Daisy. [Regaining with an effort her earlier sprightliness.] There you are at last.
George. I couldn't come sooner. I was with the Minister.
Daisy. We were wondering why you were so late.
Sylvia. Daisy was wondering.
George. [Shaking hands with Sylvia.] I thought that was your pony outside.
Sylvia. Clever.
George. The Fergusons were just riding up as I came.
Sylvia. Oh, they've come to fetch me! I must bolt.
George. I'm afraid we kept you up till all sorts of hours last night.
Sylvia. Not a bit. Do I look jaded?