MR. TETGEEN. I have Sir Charles's word. _Now he takes from his pocket some notes, putting on his spectacles to read them._ SARAH. What's this . . . a written lecture? MR. TETGEEN. We propose . . . first: that the present complete severance of conjugal relations shall continue. Secondly: that Lady Cottesham shall be at liberty to remove from South Audley Street and Ringham Castle all personal and private effects, excepting those family jewels which have merely been considered her property. Thirdly: Lady Cottesham shall undertake, formally and in writing not to molest--a legal term--Sir Charles Cottesham. [_Her handkerchief has dropped, here he picks it up and restores it to her._] Allow me, my lady. SARAH. I thank you. MR. TETGEEN. [_Continuing._] Fourthly: Lady Cottesham shall undertake . . . etc. . . . not to inhabit or frequent the city and towns of London, Brighthelmstone, Bath, The Tunbridge Wells, and York. Fifthly: Sir Charles Cottesham will, in acknowledgement of the maintenance of this agreement, allow Lady C. the sum of two hundred and fifty pounds per annum, which sum he considers sufficient for the upkeep of a small genteel establishment; use of the house known as Pater House, situate some seventeen miles from the Manor of Barton-le-Street, Yorkshire; coals from the mine adjoining; and from the home farm, milk, butter and eggs. [_Then he finds a further note._] Lady Cottesham is not to play cards. SARAH. I am a little fond of play. MR. TETGEEN. There is no question of jointure. SARAH. None. Mr. Tetgeen . . . I love my husband. MR. TETGEEN. My lady . . . I will mention it. SARAH. Such a humorous answer to this. No . . . don't. What is important? Bread and butter . . . and eggs. Do I take this? MR. TETGEEN. [_Handing her the paper._] Please. SARAH. [_With the ghost of a smile._] I take it badly. MR. TETGEEN. [_Courteously capping her jest._] I take my leave. SARAH. This doesn't call for serious notice? I've done nothing legal by accepting it? MR. TETGEEN. There's no law in the matter; it's one of policy. SARAH. I might bargain for a bigger income. [MR. TETGEEN _bows_.] On the whole I'd rather be divorced. MR. TETGEEN. Sir Charles detests scandal. SARAH. Besides there's no case . . . is there? MR. TETGEEN. Sir Charles congratulates himself. SARAH. Sir Charles had best not bully me so politely . . . tell him. MR. TETGEEN. My lady! SARAH. I will not discuss this impertinence. Did those two men meet and talk . . . chat together? What d'you think of that? MR. TETGEEN. 'Twas very practical. I know that the woman is somehow the outcast. SARAH. A bad woman . . . an idle woman! But I've tried to do so much that lay to my hands without ever questioning . . . ! Thank you, I don't want this retailed to my husband. You'll take a glass of wine before you go? MR. TETGEEN. Port is grateful. _She takes from her dress two sealed letters._