Waal, as you are a high and mighty young English girl, we’ll take it as said.
(Sounds of footsteps and panting along road—1st Shepherd hurries on carrying a telegram held out before him.)
1st Shep.
Where’s Mr. Gordon? Oh, where is he? This telegram’s for him.
Loveday.
He went round the back of the house not long ago.
1st Shep.
Oh, terrible, terrible. That I’ve to take him this telegram.
Loveday.
What is it?