DR. FREEMANTLE. Oh, they must be still here. Not up, I suppose. It
isn't seven o'clock yet.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. But they have all been discharged. We
can't ask them to do anything.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL [to her sister]. And the Grimstones are
coming to lunch with the new curate. Vernon asked them on Sunday.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Perhaps there's something cold.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Vernon so dislikes a cold lunch.
DR. FREEMANTLE [to Newte]. Were you able to get hold of Vernon last
night?
NEWTE. Waited up till he came in about two o'clock. Merely answered
that he wasn't in a talkative mood--brushed past me and locked
himself in.
DR. FREEMANTLE. He wouldn't say anything to me either. Rather a bad
sign when he won't talk.
NEWTE. What's he likely to do?
DR. FREEMANTLE. Don't know. Of course it will be all over the
county.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. And dear Vernon is so sensitive.
DR. FREEMANTLE. It had to come--the misfortune IS -
NEWTE. The misfortune IS that people won't keep to their own line of
business. Why did he want to come fooling around her? She was doing
well for herself. She could have married a man who would have
thought more of her than all the damn fools in the county put
together. Why couldn't he have left her alone?
DR. FREEMANTLE [he is sitting at the head of the table, between Newte
on his right and the Misses Wetherell on his left.
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