walked a great deal, and must be fatigued, if he return now. (Looking wistfully toCharville, who is silent.) This would be a most agreeable arrangement. (Looks to him again, and he still remains silent.) Don't you think it would?
CHARVILLE.
Undoubtedly, if Sir Robert will do me the honour.
FREEMANTLE.
I am very much obliged to you and Mrs. Charville; but my uncle expects me: it is near his hour. I must deny myself a very great pleasure: I must return immediately.
CHARVILLE.
Since we are so unfortunate, perhaps you are right. The clouds seem to be gathering for rain.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
It is only the shadow of the trees overhead: the sky is as clear as a mirror.
CHARVILLE.
Is it the trees? There are shadows somewhere.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
So it seems: but blow them away, pray. I can't endure shadows.
