(She shepherds the Dean into the summer-house just as Patricia and Bill come up the central ladder.)
Lady Patricia.
Cousin Bill and I have discovered that guelder-roses are guelder-roses after all.... Why, Bill dear, they’re not here!
Bill.
Got impatient, I suppose, and went back to the house. About time we did the same. It’s getting late.
Lady Patricia.
(Dreamily.) Too late, too late! Ye cannot enter now!
Bill.
What d’you say?
Lady Patricia.