Muriel. Well, a sort of coach-building, livery-stable person, from Johnstone's, is engaged to Jane, the housemaid. He came to see her to-day.... She has been ill, poor thing!
Alan. How very distressing!
Muriel. Viola said she was going to visit cottages. However, in case you should meet—one never knows—you'll give her the sunshade.
Alan. You may depend upon it, Miss Vane.
In the Dog-cart. Alan is driving very leisurely, and Viola trying to hide under her parasol.
Alan. That's a perfectly delicious hat of yours!
Viola. I am so glad you like it! This is a very nice dog-cart, and this is a pretty lane to drive in, so cool and green.
[A pony-carriage passes.
Viola (starting violently). Good heavens! There are the clergyman and his wife.
[She bows, blushing crimson.