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[Descending into the garden discovers, who is standing by the water and gazing over it.

These poets are mere men of vengeance, we State servants understand diplomacy. I need to labour for myself—

[Seeing, who enters from the garden-room.

Well met!

[on the verandah].

He's really leaving!

[Going down to

Ah, my dear sir, let Me beg you just a moment to go in And hold my wife—

I—hold her, sir?

I mean In talk. The little ones and we are so Unused to be divided, there is no Escaping—

[His wife and children appear in the door.

Ha! already on my trail.

Where are you, Strawman?