Dick. Call that a rose?
Sir H. Mr. Dick—Mrs. Dozey.
Dick. My man, Groggins, would turn you out a better article. Groggins’s the man for flowers.
Mrs. D. (to Dick) Your gardener, sir?
Dick. Gardener? No. My property master. Marvellous florist! Nature’s not in it with Groggins.
Ned. (to Dick) You don’t seem to have a very high opinion of nature?
Dick. No, sir. Nature was only a beginner. Don’t like amateurs, except for matinees.
Meanwhile Alma has been making signs to Dr. Dozey, pointing to buttonhole and Mrs. Dozey; Dr. Dozey, behind the open book, responds in pantomime; Mrs. Dozey observing this comes down between them; Dr. Dozey drops his eyes on book and turns off; she pursues him; Alma turns off to Sir Humphrey, who leaves Ned with Dick.
Alma. (getting round back) Sir Humphrey, you must take me round the park. I haven’t seen half the beauties of the place.
Sir H. Nothing would please me better. Ned, we’re going out into the grounds. Perhaps Mr. Dick would like to see them.