Sorel
I always distrust her when she becomes the Squire’s lady.
Simon
So do I.
Sorel
She’s been at it hard all day—she tapped the barometer this morning.
Simon
She’s probably got a plan about impressing somebody.
Sorel
Taking a cigarette.
I wonder who.
Simon
Some dreary, infatuated young man will appear soon, I expect.
Sorel
Not today? You don’t think she’s asked anyone down today, do you?
Simon
I don’t know. Has Father noticed anything?
Sorel
No; he’s too immersed in work.
Simon
Perhaps Clara will know.
Sorel
Yell for her.
Simon
Calling.
Clara! Clara! …