pitched.

COLONEL. Gammon! You've lost your temper, you don't know what
you're talking about.

ERNEST. [coolly.] I suppose you'll admit the rule that one umpires
one's own court.

COLONEL. [Hotly.] Certainly not, in this case!

MISS BEECH. [From behind the hollow tree.] Special case!

ERNEST. [Moving chin in collar--very coolly.] Well, of course if
you won't play the game!

COLONEL. [In a towering passion.] If you lose your temper like
this, I 'll never play with you again.

[To LETTY, a pretty soul in a linen suit, approaching through
the wall.]

Do you mean to say that ball was out, Letty?

LETTY. Of course it was, Father.

COLONEL. You say that because he's your husband. [He sits on the
rustic seat.] If your mother'd been there she'd have backed me up!

LETTY. Mother wants Joy, Dick, about her frock.