Lady Patricia.
Ah, but dear Aunt Eileen, how can you tell what pranks the fairies may not play on such a night as this?
Dean.
What an exquisite fancy!
Bill.
(Who has been looking jealously at Clare and Michael. He speaks defiantly with eyes on Clare.) I say, Cousin Patricia....
Lady Patricia.
Yes, Cousin Bill?
(Clare looks at them.)
Bill.