Mrs. O’Farrel.
As two bears. Aren’t they, Dean?
Dean.
Sulky? No, no; surely not sulky! Chastened! Thoughtful! A little overcome, perhaps, by the beauty of the night—as all sensitive young souls should be.
Mrs. O’Farrel.
H’m!... Sensitive young souls!...
(Lady Patricia, followed by Michael, enters on the left.)
Lady Patricia.
All of you? But how charming! How delightful!