Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Lydia.

[Irrelevantly, a passionate ring in her voice.] The folks about here say Bird’s Nest was built for lovers!

Martin.

[Gravely.] Quite so, Madam! [With an old-fashioned bow.] I am glad to have seen you, Madam—I had heard—so much. But I must go now. I have to make sure Mr. Sanford has taken his medicine before retiring—his heart’s not just right.

Richard.

[In a level voice.] Mr. Sanford, I presume, is the bridegroom?

Martin.

[Withdrawing with grave courtesy.] Er—yes, sir! And somewhat excited over to-morrow.

[Martin steps into the cottage, putting out the electric lights and goes upstairs.

Lydia.