I
don't know _what_ she'll look like after roaming the fields all day,
and falling into pools----
MR. KNOWLE. A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a
wantonness.
MRS. KNOWLE. I will go and tidy myself. Jane, I think your mother
would like you to--but, after all, one must think of one's own child
first. You will tell Sandy, won't you? We had better have tea in
here. . . . Henry, your trousers--(she looks to see that JANE is not
listening, and then says in a loud whisper) your trousers----
MR. KNOWLE. I'm afraid I didn't make myself clear, Mary. It's a young
fellow who is coming to see my prints; not the Prince of Wales who is
coming to see my trousers.
MRS. KNOWLE (turning to JANE). You'll remember, Jane?
JANE (smiling). Yes, Aunt Mary.
MRS. KNOWLE. That's a good girl.
[She goes out.
MR. KNOWLE. Ah! . . . Your aunt wasn't very lucid, Jane. Which one of you
is it who is going to marry the gentleman?
JANE. Don't be so absurd, Uncle Henry.
MR. KNOWLE (taking out his catalogue again). Perhaps _he_ would be
interested in Lot 29. (BOBBY comes in through the windows.) Ah, here's
Bobby. Bobby, they tell me that you think of setting up house.
BOBBY (looking quickly at JANE).
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