MRS TARLETON. | Oh, are they killed? John: are they killed? | LORD SUMMERHAYS| Are you hurt? Is anything broken? Can you stand? | HYPATIA. | Oh, you must be hurt. Are you sure? Shall I get | you some water? Or some wine? | TARLETON. | Are you all right? Sure you wont have some | brandy just to take off the shock. THE AVIATOR. No, thank you. Quite right. Not a scratch. I assure you I'm all right. BENTLEY. What luck! And what a smash! You are a lucky chap, I can tell you. _The Aviator and Tarleton come in through the pavilion, followed by Lord Summerhays and Bentley, the Aviator on Tarleton's right. Bentley passes the Aviator and turns to have an admiring look at him. Lord Summerhays overtakes Tarleton less pointedly on the opposite side with the same object._ THE AVIATOR. I'm really very sorry. I'm afraid Ive knocked your vinery into a cocked hat. (_Effusively_) You dont mind, do you? TARLETON. Not a bit. Come in and have some tea. Stay to dinner. Stay over the week-end. All my life Ive wanted to fly. THE AVIATOR. _[taking off his goggles]_ Youre really more than kind. BENTLEY. Why, its Joey Percival. PERCIVAL. Hallo, Ben! That you? TARLETON. What! The man with three fathers! PERCIVAL. Oh! has Ben been talking about me? TARLETON. Consider yourself as one of the family--if you will do me the honor. And your friend too. Wheres your friend? PERCIVAL. Oh, by the way! before he comes in: let me explain. I dont know him. TARLETON. Eh? PERCIVAL. Havnt even looked at him. I'm trying to make a club record with a passenger. The club supplied the passenger. He just got in; and Ive been too busy handling the aeroplane to look at him. I havnt said a word to him; and I cant answer for him socially; but hes an ideal passenger for a flyer. He saved me from a smash. LORD SUMMERHAYS. I saw it. It was extraordinary. When you were thrown out he held on to the top bar with one hand. You came past him in the air, going straight for the glass. He caught you and turned you off into the flower bed, and then lighted beside you like a bird. PERCIVAL. How he kept his head I cant imagine. Frankly, _I_ didnt. _The Passenger, also begoggled, comes in through the pavilion with Johnny and the two ladies. The Passenger comes between Percival and Tarleton, Mrs Tarleton between Lord Summerhays and her husband, Hypatia between Percival and Bentley, and Johnny to Bentley's right._ TARLETON. Just discussing your prowess, my dear sir. Magnificent. Youll stay to dinner. Youll stay the night. Stay over the week. The Chickabiddy will be delighted. MRS TARLETON. Wont you take off your goggles and have some tea? _The Passenger begins to remove the goggles._ TARLETON. Do. Have a wash. Johnny: take the gentleman to your room: I'll look after Mr Percival. They must--