Act I

I don’t know.

Do sit down, everybody.

There’s going to be a thunderstorm. I felt sick this morning. This is Sandy Tyrell⁠—everybody⁠—

How-do-you-do.

Mother, I want you to meet Mr.Mr. Greatham.

Oh, yes. You were here before, weren’t you?

Before whatwhat, darling?

Before I went out in the punt. There was somebody else here too⁠—a fair girl⁠— Oh, there you are. How-do-you-do. Sit down, Sandy, and eat anything you want. Give Sandy some bread-and-butter, Simon.

Here you are.

Thanks.