)
ERNEST. Poor Crichton! I sometimes think he is losing his sense of
humour. Come along, Agatha.
(He helps his favourite up the rocks, and they disappear gingerly
from view.)
CATHERINE. How horribly still it is.
LADY MARY (remembering some recent sounds). It is best when it is
still.
CATHERINE (drawing closer to her). Mary, I have heard that they are
always very still just before they jump.
LADY MARY. Don't. (A distinct chapping is heard, and they are
startled.)
LADY MARY (controlling herself). It is only Crichton knocking down
trees.
CATHERINE (almost imploringly). Mary, let us go and stand beside
him.
LADY MARY (coldly). Let a servant see that I am afraid!
CATHERINE. Don't, then; but remember this, dear, they often drop on
one from above.
(She moves away, nearer to the friendly sound of the axe, and LADY
MARY is left alone. She is the most courageous of them as well as
the haughtiest, but when something she had thought to be a stick
glides toward her, she forgets her dignity and screams.
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