[Tom, from behind the table, unperceived, takes the decanter and hides it under the table, then sits. Gadd, missing the decanter, contents himself with the biscuits.]
Avonia.
Well, Rose, my darling, we've been talking about nothing but ourselves. How are you getting along here?
Rose.
Getting along? oh, I—I don't fancy I'm getting along very well, thank you!
Colpoys. and Avonia.
Not——!
Gadd.
[His mouth full of biscuit.] Not——!