MARTIN. [_As before._] You wouldn’t want rheumatism on your wedding day! You know what the doctor---- [SANFORD _puts down the trumpet crossly, jerks the other end from_ MARTIN, _lays the instrument on the table, and hastily selects another_. SANFORD. Here--let’s try this one--and change places with me--and you hold the thing-um-a-bob to your ear! [MARTIN, _with a faint shrug, complies, so that he stands where_ SANFORD _has been standing, therefore facing the garden. As the arrangement is completed_, SANFORD _begins, speaking sentimentally into the tube_.] Do you know, they say the Bird’s Nest was built for lovers! Can you hear? MARTIN. [_His eyes on the garden._] So I have heard, sir! SANFORD. [_Practically._] That’s good! [_Suppressing a yawn._] Then I guess I’ll give her this one--it’s too late to try ’em all! MARTIN. [_Suggestively._] Best try if I can hear the story, sir! SANFORD. The story? Oh, yes! [_At first he speaks into the tube, but as he continues, he seems to forget his original purpose, becoming engrossed in his subject._] Well, I had it from the man I bought Bird’s Nest of, a year ago, before I put in the improvements. Queer! I don’t believe I’ve thought of it since that day! And I asked him why he didn’t put it in order himself, and he--he said that years ago his father was planning to bring his bride here when---- MARTIN. [_As_ SANFORD _breaks off_.] Yes, sir? SANFORD. [_Beginning to laugh softly, as at a delicate joke he does not himself understand._] Why, he could! He simply couldn’t! You see--Bird’s Nest was built for lovers----! [_As_ MARTIN _says nothing_.] Lovers, Martin! Why don’t you laugh? Don’t you see the joke? MARTIN. [_Gravely._] No, sir. Is the story a joke, sir? SANFORD.