What are sloes, idiot?
John.
I don’t know, but I’ve read about them from my youth up.
Sylvia.
Oh, Colonel, d’you know that on my way here through the fields, I actually saw a rabbit?
John.
I hear there’s absolutely nothing on the place now, father.
Colonel Wharton.
No, the vermin’s been allowed to increase so. There are one or two cock pheasants round the house and that’s about all. I don’t know what next season—but after all, I needn’t worry myself about next season. That’ll be your trouble, John.
John.