FANNY. Yes. Wants hanging out in the sun. How did you manage to
get here so early? [She sits.]

NEWTE. Well, your telegram rather upset me. I thought--correct
etiquette for me to sit down here, do you think?

FANNY. Don't ask me. Got enough new tricks of my own to learn.
[Laughs.] Should chance it, if I were you.

NEWTE. Such a long time since I was at Court. [He sits.] Yes, I
was up at five o'clock this morning.

FANNY [laughs]. Oh, you poor fellow!

NEWTE. Caught the first train to Melton, and came on by cart.
What's the trouble?

FANNY. A good deal. Why didn't you tell me what I was marrying?

NEWTE. I did. I told you that he was a gentleman; that he -

FANNY. Why didn't you tell me that he was Lord Bantock? You knew,
didn't you?

NEWTE [begins to see worries ahead]. Can't object to my putting a
cigar in my mouth if I don't light it--can he?

FANNY. Oh, light it--anything you like that will help you to get
along.