The Squire. She’s all there.
The Rector. [Feelingly] Most kind.
[He looks ruefully at
the braces and at lady Ella. A silence.
Maud reappears
at the door and stands gazing at the braces.]
The Squire. [Suddenly] Eh?
Maud. Yes.
The Squire. [Looking at his wife] Ah!
Lady Ella. [Absorbed in Edward] Poor darling!
The Squire. [Bluntly] Ella, the Rector wants to get up!
The Rector. [Gently] Perhaps—just for a moment——
Lady Ella. Oh! [She turns to the wall.]
[The Rector,
screened by his wife, retires on to the verandah
to
adjust his garments.]
The Squire. [Meditating] So she’s married!
Lady Ella. [Absorbed in Edward] Why?
The Squire. Braces.
Lady Ella. Oh! Yes. We ought to ask them to dinner, Tommy.
The Squire. Ah! Yes. Wonder who they are?
[The Rector and Maud reappear.]
The Rector. Really very good of her to lend her husband’s—I was— er—quite——
Maud. That’ll do, Bertie.
[They see her
returning along the verandah, followed by a sandy,
red-faced gentleman
in leather leggings, with a needle and
cotton in his hand.]
Herself. Caught the doctor just starting, So lucky!
Lady Ella. Oh! Thank goodness!
Doctor. How do, Lady Ella? How do, Squire?—how do, Rector? [To Maud] How de do? This the beastie? I see. Quite! Who’ll hold him for me?
Lady Ella. Oh! I!
Herself. D’you know, I think I’d better. It’s so dreadful when it’s your own, isn’t it? Shall we go in here, doctor? Come along, pretty boy!
[She takes Edward, and they pass into the room, left.]
Lady Ella. I dreaded it. She is splendid!
The Squire. Dogs take to her. That’s a sure sign.
The Rector. Little things—one can always tell.
The Squire. Something very attractive about her—what! Fine build of woman.
Maud. I shall get hold of her for parish work.
The Rector. Ah! Excellent—excellent! Do!
The Squire. Wonder if her husband
shoots? She seems
quite-er—quite——
Lady Ella. [Watching the door] Quite! Altogether charming; one of the nicest faces I ever saw.
[The doctor comes out alone.]