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—?

Noeline: Noeline.

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