VERNON [turning to his aunts]. Fanny isn't coming with us.

THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL [to Fanny]. Oh, my dear!

FANNY. It's only a headache. [She takes her aside.] I'm rather
glad of it. I want an excuse for a little time to myself.

THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. I understand, dear. It's all been so
sudden. [She kisses her--then to the room] She'll be all the better
alone. We three will go on. [She nods and signs to her sister.]

FANNY [kissing the Elder Miss Wetherell]. Don't you get betting.

THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Oh no, dear, we never do. It's just to
see the dear horses. [She joins her sister. They whisper.]

VERNON [to the Doctor to whom he has been talking]. Can we give you
a lift?

DR. FREEMANTLE. Well, you might as far as the Vicarage. Good-bye,
Lady Bantock.

FANNY [shaking hands]. Good-bye, Doctor.

VERNON. Sure you won't be lonely?

FANNY [laughs]. Think I can't exist an hour without you? Mr.
Conceited!