You have so much beauty around you, has it become common to you?
Robert.
Of course not, only we don’t say much about it. You at home don’t pour out poetry over every thrush that sits on a haw-hedge.
Loveday.
I would if I could! (Smiling.) But I’ll try not to make you think me too great a goose. This beautiful country has gone to my head perhaps. Everything here seems perfect!
(Noises without of an arrival on horseback, shepherds’ voices, dogs barking, etc.
Robert and Gordon look over their shoulders and exchange a knowing grin.)
Robert.
I think I hear the voice of one in perfection!
(Enter John Varlie. He is a florid man, with rather bulging eyes, a clean shaven face, with a noticeable but small triangular scar on the right cheek, one eyelid slightly more closed than the other. He wears American clothes and speaks with a strong American accent. He is accompanied by the shepherds and dogs.)