Stiver.
[Descending into the garden discovers Falk, who is standing by the water and gazing over it.
These poets are mere men of vengeance, we
State servants understand diplomacy.
I need to labour for myself—
[Seeing Strawman, who enters from the garden-room.
Well met!
Strawman [on the verandah].
He's really leaving!
[Going down to Stiver.
Ah, my dear sir, let
Me beg you just a moment to go in
And hold my wife—
Stiver.
I—hold her, sir?
Strawman.
I mean
In talk. The little ones and we are so
Unused to be divided, there is no
Escaping—
[His wife and children appear in the door.
Ha! already on my trail.
Mrs. Strawman.
Where are you, Strawman?
