APPARENTLY DIVIDES INTO THREE.
"You'll pardon us, ma'am, for calling so early," began Cai. He was too far embarrassed to be conscious of any surprise at being ushered into the kitchen.
"—You do the apologisin', of course," had been 'Bias's words in the front porch. "Yours was the first letter written: and, besides, you're a speaker."
"You are quite welcome, the both of you," Mrs Bosenna assured him as he came to a halt. Her tone was polite, but a faint note of interrogation sounded in it. "You have had your breakfast?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Ah, you are early indeed! I was just about to sit down to mine."
"We don't want to interrupt, ma'am, but—" Here Cai looked helplessly at 'Bias.
"Go on," growled 'Bias.
"We—we don't want to seem rude—"
"Never mind rude," growled 'Bias again. "Get it over."