Alan. Why are you agitated, Mrs. Travers? They look very gentle and harmless.
Viola. Gentle and harmless! If they tell Albert?
Alan. Does he disapprove of the clergy taking exercise in the open air?
Viola (pettishly). Of course not. How absurd!
[A silence.
Alan. Shall we get out presently, and sit in one of these nice fields, and make daisy-chains? There are daisies in fields, I know—though I am rather urban.
Viola. Oh, yes; and cowslips!
Alan. You ought to give a cowslip-ball, Mrs. Travers. It would be charming. May I come?
Viola. If you're old enough by then!
Alan. Oh, I'm never going to be old enough.