Wyke.
Port?
Popham.
[Pointing to the decanter.] Why! There! You’re carrying it about with you!
Wyke.
Why, so I am! Carrying it about with me! Shows what a sharp eye I keep on the guv’nor’s wines. Carrying it about with me! Missus will be amused.
[Goes out.
Popham.
[Eyeing Cis and Beatie.] There’s that boy with her again! Minx! Her two hours was up long ago. Why doesn’t she go home? Master Cis, I’ve got a message for you.
Cis.