Baldwin.
Yes, ’um. And if I was, fac’s won’t change for the wishin’. Thirteen’s the number, and thirteen it’s like to remain, seeing as Mrs. Baldwin’s turned sixty-three.
Lady Patricia.
I’m afraid I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.
Baldwin.
I——
Lady Patricia.
You needn’t repeat it.... Oh, I remember now why I sent for you, Baldwin. I wonder if, without hurting the beauty of the tree, you could open a window to the sunset?
Baldwin.