But, Michael——
(Baldwin, with his shears and saws, crosses to the right and examines the sunset.)
Clare.
Don’t you remember he was keeping a h’eye on the sun?
Lady Patricia.
But, Clare! What a dreadful state you’re in!
Clare.
I know. Your trees are shockingly dirty. You really ought to get Baldwin to scrub them with soap and water!... Lady Patricia, I hope you won’t think me very rude if I run away. I had quite forgotten it was father’s sermon night when I accepted Mr. Cosway’s invitation to dinner. I always help him with his sermons.
Lady Patricia.
You, my dear child!