Cynthia. No! I never was so surprised in my life, as when I strolled into the paddock and they gave me a rousing reception—old Jimmy Withers, Debt Gollup, Jack Deal, Monty Spiffles, the Governor and Buckeye. All of my old admirers! They simply fell on my neck, and, dear Matthew, what do you think I did? I turned on the water main! [There are movements and murmurs of disapprobation from the family. Matthew indicates a desire to go.] Oh, but you can't go!
Matthew. I'll return in no time!
Cynthia. I'm all ready to be married. Are they ready? [Matthew waves a pious, polite gesture of recognition to the family.] I beg everybody's pardon! [Taking off her wrap and putting it on the back of a chair.] My goggles are so dusty, I can't see who's who! [To Sir Wilfrid.] Thanks! You have carried it well! [She takes the parasol from Sir Wilfrid.
Sir Wilfrid. [Aside to Cynthia.] When may I—?
Cynthia. See you next Goodwood!
Sir Wilfrid. [Imperturbably.] Oh, I'm coming back!
Cynthia. [Advancing a bit toward the family.] Not a bit of use in coming back! I shall be married before you get here! Ta! Ta! Goodwood!
Sir Wilfrid. [Not in the least affected.] I'm coming back. [He goes out quickly. There are more murmurs of disapprobation from the family. There is a slight pause.
Cynthia. [Beginning to take off her goggles, and moving nearer "the family."] I do awfully apologize for being so late!
Miss Heneage. [Importantly.] Mrs. Karslake—