PHILIP. Yes; I ordered breakfast five minutes ago.
EMILY. Philip! My poor boy! Why didn't you tell me? and I daresay I could have got it for you. Though I don't know what Mrs. Higgins—
(An extremely angry voice is heard outside, and MRS. HIGGINS, stout and aggressive, comes in.)
MRS. HIGGINS (truculently). You sent for me, ma'am?
EMILY (nervously). Yes—er—I think if you—perhaps—
PHILIP (calmly). I sent for you, Mrs. Higgins. I want some breakfast. Didn't Mary tell you?
MRS. HIGGINS. Breakfast is at eight o'clock. It always has been as long as I've been in this house, and always will be until I get further orders.
PHILIP. Well, you've just got further orders. Two eggs, and if there's a ham—
MRS. HIGGINS. Orders. We're talking about orders. From whom in this house do I take orders, may I ask?
PHILIP. In this case from me.