[For a moment Sanford pauses at the table, outside, bright in the moonlight; picks up the ear-trumpet; with it, he heavily proceeds into the garden; then looking at the moon.
Sanford.
[With his fat chuckle.] Ah, romance! All very well for young folks. But [Tapping the ear-trumpet.] she’ll hear my vows all right with this! And romance comes easy at $100,000!
Richard.
[Indignantly.] Lydia! It’s desecration. Let me challenge him and end it!
Lydia.
[A restraining hand on his arm.] Hush! Leave it to me—— And that—— [Pointing to the ear-trumpet.] He said that was to hear his vows with. How very strange!
Sanford.
[Plumping down on the bench near him.] ’Might as well stay here. ’Can’t sleep a wink.
Richard.