Miss Tre. (proudly) I am not a member of your household, madam! I take orders from Sir Joseph alone—and then they come in form of requests!
Mrs. Mar. You compel me, therefore, to inform Sir Joseph of your truculent attitude—and demand your dismissal.
Miss Tre. (rise) Dismissal!
Mrs. Mar. It would of course be within my province to dismiss you myself—
Miss Tre. (up to her C.) Insolent!
Mrs. Mar. But I shall leave that disagreeable duty to Sir Joseph; and I have no doubt that it will come, as you say, in the form of a request. I have the honour to wish you good morning.
(Exit. L. 1 E.)
(Miss Treable sinks on the sofa R. C. and sobs. Everard comes in from back L. 3 E., a good-looking youngster of 25.)
Everard. (R. C.) Why, Treaby, what's the matter?
Miss Tre. (stamping her foot) How dare you call me Treaby!