Barrington, Viscount Litterly and Lady Noeline Belturbet are cousins,
Start: Litterly: (Seeing Noeline and speaking to himself) My boy—my girl—my cousin! (He rustles the fallen leaves with his stick)
Noeline: (Without turning) Oh, do go! I promise to join you in five minutes.
Litterly: (Approaching her) Eh?
Noeline: (Rising, with a gasp, and facing him) Sir!
Litterly: You—you weren’t speaking to me?
Noeline: I—I—I don’t know you.
Litterly: My name is Litterly—Lord Litterly.
Noeline: (Staring at him wildly) You—Lord Litterly!
Litterly: You must be one of the Ladies Belturbet. Lady—?
Litterly: I say, we’re related.
Noeline: (Nodding, still unable to remove her eyes from him) Yes.
Litterly: There’s no love lost between your branch of the family and mine. I suppose we don’t shake hands?
Noeline: Certainly not.
Litterly: No. I thought I’d
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