I wish I had as much chance of getting a shot at those cock pheasants as you have.
Colonel Wharton.
By George, I wish I were twenty years younger. I’d take my chance of being shot by a German. It’s a bit better than dying like a rat in a trap.
[Kate enters to announce the Vicar and Mrs. Poole.
Kate.
Mr. and Mrs. Poole.
[Exit.
Mrs. Wharton.
How do you do?
[There are general greetings. The Colonel looks at them and from them to his wife, suspiciously. The Pooles are rather cold with Mrs. Littlewood.