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pose. We are all gathering round him, I think, like pigeons round a looking-glass.
CHARVILLE (to her).
MARY.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE (peevishly).
You are dutiful, and that makes you grave. (Striding away from him, muttering to himself.) I comprehend it; it is all plain enough. (Checking himself and returning to Freemantle.) This beautiful morning, Sir Robert, has tempted you to prolong your rambles in the wood: but what has become of Mr. Crafton?
FREEMANTLE.
CHARVILLE.
MRS. CHARVILLE.