Bill.
They are, by Jove! The whole crowd. What shall we do?
Lady Patricia.
Your mother and Michael mustn’t find you here. You must fly!
Bill.
That’s all very well. But where can I go to? They’re bound to spot me if I get down the steps.
Lady Patricia.
Oh, but can’t you climb somewhere up the tree and hide yourself like a bird among the branches?
Bill.