DICKON Remarked, sir, that your worship had often dandled his lordship—as an infant.
JUSTICE MERTON [Smiling lugubriously.] Quite so—as an infant merely.
RACHEL How interesting! Then you must have seen his lordship’s home in England.
JUSTICE MERTON As you say.
RACHEL [To Ravensbane.] Do describe it to us. We are so isolated here from the grand world. Do you know, I always imagine England to be an enchanted isle, like one of the old Hesperides, teeming with fruits of solid gold.
RAVENSBANE Ah, yes! my mother raises them.
RACHEL Fruits of gold?
RAVENSBANE Round like the rising sun. She calls them—ah! punkins.
MISTRESS MERTON “Punkins!”
JUSTICE MERTON [Aside, grinding his teeth.] Scoundrel! Scoundrel!