JANE (laughing). Very.
(MELISANDE gets up as BOBBY comes, and moves away.)
MR. KNOWLE. Where's your Mother, Sandy?
MELISANDE. In the dining-room, I think, Father.
MR. KNOWLE. Ah! Resting, no doubt. By the way, you won't forget what I said about the bread-sauce, will you?
MELISANDE. You don't want it remembered, Father, do you? What you said?
MR. KNOWLE. Not the actual words. All I want, my dear, is that you should endeavour to explain to the cook the difference between bread-sauce and a bread-poultice. Make it clear to her that there is no need to provide a bread-poultice with an obviously healthy chicken, such as we had to-night, but that a properly made bread-sauce is a necessity, if the full flavour of the bird is to be obtained.
MELISANDE. "Full flavour of the bird is to be obtained." Yes, Father.
MR. KNOWLE. That's right, my dear. Bring it home to her. A little quiet talk will do wonders. Well, and so it's Midsummer Night. Why aren't you two out in the garden looking for fairies?
BOBBY. I say, it's a topping night, you know. We ought to be out. D'you feel like a stroll, Sandy?