Lady Patricia: A comedy in three acts

by Rudolf Besier

Clare.

I don’t believe there’s a nest here at all. He was simply kidding us.

Baldwin.

If it’s h’eggs you’re wantin’, miss, there’s a rare lot of ’em in the ivy up at the ’ouse. Sparrers—drat’em!

Lady Patricia.

(To Michael.) What an amazing young creature! (To Clare.) But you’ll ruin your frock, my child.

Clare.

I can’t help that. I mean to find out whether there’s a nest here or not. Besides, I simply couldn’t hang around while you and Mr. Cosway were canoodleing.

Lady Patricia.

(Puzzled.) Canoodleing?