Faraday. (Getting up and getting muffin-stand from below cabinet, setting it between his knees) It is always very late. I eat much too much tea every day, waiting for that Times. It's not good for me. (Selects a big muffin from stand.)
Evelyn. But, Father, couldn't you make up your mind to restrain yourself?
(Enter Martin through card room.)
Faraday. I can make up my mind all right, but I can't restrain myself. (Bites into the muffin.)
Martin. (Announcing) Admiral Grice.
(Enter Grice through card room. Martin comes down L. of table to door. Grice comes down to table.)
Faraday. How do you do, Grice? Have some tea.
(All greet Admiral in casual tones.)
Grice. Thanks.
(Madge pours him a cup of tea. He takes it and crosses and shakes hands with Lady Trenchard and Phyllis, then goes and stands below fender.)