For Vernon's sake. The poor boy seems
so much in love with her. We must -
Bennet has entered. He is the butler.
BENNET. Doctor Freemantle. I have shown him into the library.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Thank you, Bennet. Will you please tell
him that we shall be down in a few minutes? I must just finish these
flowers. [She returns to the table.]
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Why not ask him to come up here? We could
consult him--about the room. He always knows everything.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. A good idea. Please ask him, Bennet, if
he would mind coming up to us here. [Bennet, who has been piling up
fresh logs upon the fire, turns to go.] Oh, Bennet! You will remind
Charles to put a footwarmer in the carriage!
BENNET. I will see to it myself. [He goes out.]
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Thank you, Bennet. [To her sister]
One's feet are always so cold after a railway journey.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. I've been told that, nowadays, they heat
the carriages.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Ah, it is an age of luxury! I wish I
knew which were her favourite flowers. It is so nice to be greeted
by one's favourite flowers.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. I feel sure she loves lilies.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. And they are so appropriate to a bride.
So -
Announced by Bennet, Dr. Freemantle bustles in. He is a dapper
little man, clean-shaven, with quick brisk ways.
DR. FREEMANTLE [he shakes hands].
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