Trim
Tally-ho! Tally-ho!
Anna Eh! What's the reason for all this hunting noise? Have you lost your mind, my boy?
Trim
No, my dear. I am just as clever as usual. Is Mr. Matthews home?
Anna
No.
Trim
Are you positive?
Anna Absolutely certain! He would be very angry at your making such a racket.
Trim (walking about the stage)
Tally-ho! Tally-ho!
Anna
Ah! You'll be the death of me! Stop it, and don't bore me anymore.
What devilish music is that?
Trim
Do you believe that Mr. Matthews heard me?
Anna
Without a doubt, and all the neighbors, too. (Trim blasts his horn)
But, what do I hear? More noise of the hunt. Are we in the time of the
fairies, and have I been suddenly transported into a forest?