Lady Patricia.
Cousin Bill said he would come back to me in a moment.
Michael.
Miss Lesley too. I’m afraid they may be hunting for us.
Lady Patricia.
Poor children! But they will forgive us when they know we have been together—and so happy. Tell me, dear, why were you looking so fixedly up the tree when I came just now?
(Michael looks apprehensively towards the tree.)
Michael.
I—I was looking for a nightingale.
Lady Patricia.