[To Sanford, dosing on the bench.] We don’t want to hurt you, sir. Say it with me, Richard——
Lydia and Richard.
[Repeating together.] But Bird’s Nest is our very own! Will you go away? You don’t love your bride! And you know—— [With low intensity.] Bird’s Nest was built for lovers!
Sanford.
[Sleepily.] $100,000, by George! That’s enough to make up for a whole lot! And Bird’s Nest——
[His head drops forward with a jerk. For an instant, Lydia bends and peers close into his face. Then, with a quick sigh of relief.
Lydia.
Come, Richard! Let us finish our dance.
[Again, invisible violins take up the tune for the minuetting lovers, and it is perhaps guided by this that Martin, a moment later, wistfully reënters the garden. But once there, he goes swiftly to Sanford and bends over him.
Martin.