The Father. It is the gardener going to mow.
The Uncle. He mows by night?
The Father. Is not to-morrow Sunday?—Yes.—I noticed that the grass was very long round the house.
The Grandfather. It seems to me that his scythe makes as much noise....
The Daughter. He is mowing near the house.
The Grandfather. Can you see him, Ursula?
The Daughter. No, grandfather. He is standing in the dark.
The Grandfather. I am afraid he will wake my daughter.
The Uncle. We can scarcely hear him.
The Grandfather. It sounds as if he were mowing inside the house.