Help!...
(They go into the house. Michael and Lady Patricia stand motionless, with clenched hands, staring before them. A long pause. The gateway bell rings. A pause. John enters from the house and opens the wicket door. Baldwin enters.)
Baldwin.
’Scuse me, Mr. John, but I think as I lef’ my ’ymn-book and prayer-book on the lawn.
John.
I haven’t seen ’em.
Baldwin.
That’s them yonder. (Distant sound of church bells.) Lord, if that ain’t the first bell! (John goes out.) Beg pardon, m’lady. Beg pardon, sir. I jest want my prayer-book an’ ’ymn-book. (Picks them up.) Thank ’ee, m’lady. They was given me by Mrs. Baldwin as was me first wife. I thought as ’ow I’d lef’ them on ’er grave jest now when I went to ’ave a look at it. But——
Michael.
That will do, Baldwin.