The Rector. [Desperately] I asked because there was a—­a—­Mr. Challenger I used to know in the ’nineties, and I thought—­you wouldn’t happen to know how long they’ve been married?  My friend marr——­

The maid.  Three weeks.

The Rector.  Quite so—­quite so!  I shall hope it will turn out to be——­Er—­thank you—­Ha!

Lady Ella.  Our dog has been fighting with the Rector’s, and Mrs Challenger rescued him; she’s bathing his ear.  We’re waiting to thank her.  You needn’t——­

The maid. [Eyeing them] No.

     [She turns and goes out.]

The Squire.  Phew!  What a gorgon!  I say, Rector, did you really know a Challenger in the ’nineties?

The Rector. [Wiping his brow] No.

The Squire.  Ha!  Jolly good!

Lady Ella.  Well, you see!—­it’s all right.

The Rector.  Yes, indeed.  A great relief!

Lady Ella. [Moving to the door] I must go in now.

The Squire.  Hold on!  You goin’ to ask ’em to—­to—­anything?

Lady Ella.  Yes.

Maud.  I shouldn’t.

Lady Ella.  Why not?  We all like the look of her.

The Rector.  I think we should punish ourselves for entertaining that uncharitable thought.

Lady Ella.  Yes.  It’s horrible not having the courage to take people as they are.

The Squire.  As they are?  H’m!  How can you till you know?

Lady Ella.  Trust our instincts, of course.

The Squire.  And supposing she’d turned out not married—­eh!

Lady Ella!  She’d still be herself, wouldn’t she?

Maud.  Ella!

The Squire.  H’m!  Don’t know about that.

Lady Ella.  Of course she would, Tommy.

The Rector. [His hand stealing to his waist] Well!  It’s a great weight off my——!

Lady Ella.  There’s the poor darling snuffling.  I must go in.

     [She knocks on the door.  It is opened, and Edward comes out
     briskly, with a neat little white pointed ear-cap on one ear.]

Lady Ella.  Precious!

     [She herself Comes out, now properly dressed in flax-blue
     linen.]

Lady Ella.  How perfectly sweet of you to make him that!

She.  He’s such a dear.  And the other poor dog?

Maud.  Quite safe, thanks to your strop.

     [Hannibal appears at the window, with the broken strop dangling. 
     Following her gaze, they turn and see him.]