MARY. Leonard.
MRS. PENDLETON. Right, my dear. I think the eldest son ought always to be called after his father.
LEONARD. Confusing for the historian.
[Enter maidservant.]
MRS. TIMBRELL. Oh! Beryl, isn’t dinner ready.
MAID. If you please, ma’am, there’s been rather a little accident in the dining-room.
MRS. TIMBRELL. } { Oh! dear! What’s that?
} [Together.]
ADA. } { An accident!
MAID. Well, the soot came down the chimney just now and it’s made such a mess. We’re just clearing it away but it’s a job. We’ll have to change the tablecloth.