Yes, miss. CLARE. Why, have you been playing hide-and-seek? BALDWIN. Me, miss? CLARE. Didn’t you say so just now? Really, Baldwin, for a person of your age! And now you want a drink? Well, I’ve no objection, though it looks uncommonly as if you had helped yourself already. (_She points to BILL’S half-filled glass._) BALDWIN. (_Excitedly._) Me, miss? I give you my word, miss. Why, that’s—that’s—— MICHAEL. (_His voice is heard calling softly beneath._) Clare.... CLARE. (_To BALDWIN, in a fierce whisper._) Hush! Don’t say where I am! (_She runs to the summer-house and gains the door just as MICHAEL emerges up the central ladder. She finds the door locked. The key turns in the lock audibly, the door opens, and BILL’S hand seizes her arm and pulls her inside._) CLARE. Oh!... BILL. Hush! (_Draws her into the summer-house, closes and locks the door._) BALDWIN. (_In unrestrained delight._) Haw! Haw! Haw! Haw! MICHAEL. (_Looking around him._) Wasn’t Miss Lesley speaking to you a second ago, Baldwin? BALDWIN. She were, sir. Haw! Haw! MICHAEL. (_Regarding the amused BALDWIN with severity._) Where did she go to? BALDWIN. She’s gorne, sir. MICHAEL. I asked you _where_ she had gone to. BALDWIN. No, sir; I couldn’t tell yer that, sir. I reely couldn’t. (_He guffaws again._) MICHAEL. Have you been drinking, Baldwin? BALDWIN. Me, sir? Drinking? ’Pon me honour, sir, I ain’t touched a drop o’ that whisky. It’s mortal ’ard, sir, that a man o’ my years should be tole ’e’s in liquor twice in one evenin’! An’ me teetotal ’cept for me pint o’ four-’arf at dinner an’ supper and a drop o’ somethin’ on Saturday night. MICHAEL. Do you know the day of the week, Baldwin? BALDWIN. (_After a pause._) Lor’, sir, if it ain’t Sat’day.... But I give you me word, sir, I ain’t—— MICHAEL. Very well, Baldwin. But you must admit that your conduct was peculiar. Perhaps now you will be so good as to tell me where Miss Lesley went to. BALDWIN. She—she—— (_He starts laughing again._) MICHAEL. Do you mean to tell me she has climbed up the tree again? BALDWIN. Maybe she ’as, sir, an’ maybe she ’asn’t. Haw! Haw! MICHAEL. (_Angrily._) Fool! (_Goes to the trunk, and, standing in the shadow, looks up into the branches._) Clare.... Clare.... I see you, you naughty little girl.... You’ve led me a pretty dance to-night.... Clare.... If you don’t come down I’ll climb up and fetch you.... (_LADY PATRICIA enters quickly on the left._) LADY PATRICIA. (_To BALDWIN, her finger on her lip._) Hush! (_She tiptoes quickly across the stage and seizes MICHAEL by the shoulders._) MICHAEL. Oh! (_He faces her and falls back._) Patricia! LADY PATRICIA. (_Falling back an amazed step._) Michael! BALDWIN. (_In an ecstasy of glee._) The wrong man! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!