MRS. KNOWLE (smiling to herself). Ah!
MELISANDE. Jane, Mother's tea. (JANE takes it.)
GERVASE (coming forward). Oh, I beg your pardon. Let me——
JANE. It's all right.
(GERVASE takes up a cake-stand.)
MR. KNOWLE. Where's Bobby? Bobby is the real expert at this.
MELISANDE. I expect Mr. Mallory is an expert, too, Father. You enjoy tea-parties, I expect, Mr. Mallory?
GERVASE. I enjoy most things, Miss Knowle. (To MRS. KNOWLE) What will you have?
MRS. KNOWLE. Thank you. I have to be careful. Dr. Anderson insists on my being careful, Mr. Mallory. (Confidentially) Nothing organic, you understand. Both my husband and I—Melisande has an absolutely sound constitution.
MELISANDE (indicating cup). Jane . . . Sugar and milk, Mr. Mallory?