Thanks awfully.
(She and Michael move to the central ladder.)
Lady Patricia.
(To Bill as they descend on the left.) Do you believe in fairies, Cousin Bill?
Michael.
(To Clare as they descend the central ladder.)
I have often wondered how the night would look if we had nine moons like Jupiter.
(A pause. The Dean looks disapprovingly after the disappearing Bill, Mrs. O’Farrel through her lorgnette after Clare.)
Mrs. O’Farrel.
H’m....