Why doesn’t he give me something to eat?
[There is a clatter of knives and forks heard from the other room, then a burst of laughter from Cis.
Agatha Posket.
[Starting.] Charley, hark! How strange!
Charlotte.
Very. This bread is beautiful.
[Cis is heard singing the chorus of a comic song boisterously.
Agatha Posket.
Don’t you recognise that voice?
Charlotte.