MRS. P. And so shear Samson of his strength.
EDWIN. However, I won’t vent my malice upon you; I must point out the beauties of the neighbourhood. It won’t take long.
MRS. P. We’d better go outside to see them, hadn’t we?
EDWIN. I think you’ll see enough of them from where you stand. Now, are you looking?
MRS. P. Yes.
EDWIN. Up there’s the sky.
MRS. P. Well, I’ve seen that before.
EDWIN. Oh, if you think that you’ll see anything in Dumpington you haven’t seen before, why, you’ll be disappointed.
MRS. P. Well, what next?
EDWIN. Down there’s the sand.