Maybe she ’as, sir, an’ maybe she ’asn’t. Haw! Haw!
Michael.
(Angrily.) Fool! (Goes to the trunk, and, standing in the shadow, looks up into the branches.) Clare.... Clare.... I see you, you naughty little girl.... You’ve led me a pretty dance to-night.... Clare.... If you don’t come down I’ll climb up and fetch you....
(Lady Patricia enters quickly on the left.)
Lady Patricia.
(To Baldwin, her finger on her lip.) Hush!
(She tiptoes quickly across the stage and seizes Michael by the shoulders.)
Michael.
Oh! (He faces her and falls back.) Patricia!
Lady Patricia.