MR. KNOWLE. Count the gardeners? MRS. KNOWLE. To make sure that none of them is missing too. JANE. It's quite all right, Aunt Mary. Sandy will be back by tea-time. MRS. KNOWLE (resigned). It all comes of christening her Melisande. You know, Henry, I quite thought you said Millicent. MR. KNOWLE. Well, talking about tea, my dear--at which happy meal our long-lost daughter will be restored to us--we have a visitor coming, a nice young fellow who takes an interest in prints. MRS. KNOWLE. I've heard nothing of this, Henry. MR. KNOWLE. No, my dear, that's why I'm telling you now. MRS. KNOWLE. A young man? MR. KNOWLE. Yes. MRS. KNOWLE. Nice-looking? MR. KNOWLE. Yes. MRS. KNOWLE. Rich? MR. KNOWLE. I forgot to ask him, Mary. However, we can remedy that omission as soon as he arrives. MRS. KNOWLE. It's a very unfortunate day for him to have chosen. Here's Sandy lost, and I'm not fit to be seen, and--Jane, your hair wants tidying---- MR. KNOWLE. He is not coming to see you or Sandy or Jane, my dear; he is coming to see me. Fortunately, I am looking very beautiful this afternoon. MRS. KNOWLE. Jane, you had better be in the garden, dear, and see if you can stop Sandy before she comes in, and just give her a warning. I don't know _what_ she'll look like after roaming the fields all day, and falling into pools---- MR. KNOWLE. A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness. MRS. KNOWLE. I will go and tidy myself. Jane, I think your mother would like you to--but, after all, one must think of one's own child first. You will tell Sandy, won't you? We had better have tea in here. . . . Henry, your trousers--(she looks to see that JANE is not listening, and then says in a loud whisper) your trousers---- MR. KNOWLE. I'm afraid I didn't make myself clear, Mary. It's a young fellow who is coming to see my prints; not the Prince of Wales who is coming to see my trousers. MRS. KNOWLE (turning to JANE). You'll remember, Jane? JANE (smiling). Yes, Aunt Mary. MRS. KNOWLE. That's a good girl. [She goes out. MR. KNOWLE. Ah! . . . Your aunt wasn't very lucid, Jane. Which one of you is it who is going to marry the gentleman? JANE. Don't be so absurd, Uncle Henry. MR. KNOWLE (taking out his catalogue again). Perhaps _he_ would be interested in Lot 29. (BOBBY comes in through the windows.) Ah, here's Bobby. Bobby, they tell me that you think of setting up house. BOBBY (looking quickly at JANE). Who told you that? MR. KNOWLE. Now, starting with two hip-baths and a stuffed crocodile for nine shillings and sixpence, and working up to twelve aspidistras, a towel-horse and "The Maiden's Prayer" for eight shillings, you practically have the spare room furnished for seventeen and six. But perhaps I had better leave the catalogue with you. (He presses it into the bewildered BOBBY'S hands) I must go and tidy myself up. Somebody is coming to propose to me this afternoon. [He hurries out.