MAUD. [Without--to HANNIBAL, who is snuffling on the verandah and straining at the scarf] Bad dog! LADY ELLA. We must simply thank her tremendously! I shall never forget the way she ran in, with her skirts up to her waist! THE SQUIRE. By Jove! No. It was topping. LADY ELLA. Her clothes must be ruined. That pond--ugh! [She wrinkles her nose] Tommy, do have it drained. THE RECTOR. [Dreamily] I don't remember her face in church. THE SQUIRE. Ah! Yes. Who is she? Pretty woman! LADY ELLA. I must get the Vet. to Edward. [To THE SQUIRE] Tommy, do exert yourself! [MAUD re-enters.] THE SQUIRE. All right! [Exerting himself] Here's a bell! HER VOICE. [Through the door] The bleeding's stopped. Shall I send him in to you? LADY ELLA. Oh, please! Poor darling! [They listen.] [LADY ELLA, prepares to receive EDWARD. THE SQUIRE and RECTOR stand transfixed. The door opens, and a bare arm gently pushes EDWARD forth. He is bandaged with a smooth towel. There is a snuffle--HANNIBAL has broken the scarf, outside.] LADY ELLA. [Aghast] Look! Hannibal's loose! Maud--Tommy. [To THE RECTOR] You! [The THREE rush to prevent HANNIBAL from re-entering.] LADY ELLA. [To EDWARD] Yes, I know--you'd like to! You SHALL bite him when it's safe. Oh! my darling, you DO----[She sniffs]. [MAUD and THE SQUIRE re-enter.] Have you tied him properly this time? MAUD. With Bertie's braces. LADY ELLA. Oh! but---- MAUD. It's all right; they're almost leather. [THE RECTOR re-enters, with a slight look of insecurity.] LADY ELLA. Rector, are you sure it's safe? THE RECTOR. [Hitching at his trousers] No, indeed, LADY Ella--I---- LADY ELLA. Tommy, do lend a hand! THE SQUIRE. All right, Ella; all right! He doesn't mean what you mean! LADY ELLA. [Transferring EDWARD to THE SQUIRE] Hold him, Tommy. He's sure to smell out Hannibal! THE SQUIRE. [Taking EDWARD by the collar, and holding his own nose] Jove! Clever if he can smell anything but himself. Phew! She ought to have the Victoria Cross for goin' in that pond. [The door opens, and HERSELF appears; a fine, frank, handsome woman, in a man's orange-coloured motor-coat, hastily thrown on over the substrata of costume.] SHE. So very sorry--had to have a bath, and change, of course! LADY ELLA. We're so awfully grateful to you. It was splendid. MAUD. Quite. THE RECTOR. [Rather holding himself together] Heroic! I was just myself about to---- THE SQUIRE. [Restraining EDWARD] Little beast will fight--must apologise--you were too quick for me---- [He looks up at her. She is smiling, and regarding the wounded dog, her head benevolently on one side.] SHE. Poor dears! They thought they were so safe in that nice pond! LADY ELLA. Is he very badly torn? SHE. Rather nasty. There ought to be a stitch or two put in his ear. LADY ELLA. I thought so. Tommy, do----