I never told you to. I wish you wouldn’t be so enterprising. Please hide it with the cream in the summer-house. (Ellis does so.) So you think I can safely trust you with this important piece of work, Baldwin?
Baldwin.
Yes, ’m.
(Ellis goes out.)
Lady Patricia.
Do it as soon as possible, as I shall often be sitting here during these adorable summer evenings—
(Bill O’Farrel enters during the rest of her sentence. He is a wholesome, typically English young man of about twenty-six.)
—and I couldn’t bear to miss many sunsets like yesterday’s.
Bill.
Patricia!