GILBEY. Well, but look here you know—[he hesitates].
JUGGINS. Yes, sir?
KNOX. I know whatll clinch it, Gilbey. You leave it to me. [To Juggins] Was your mother the duchess?
JUGGINS. Yes, sir. Quite correct, sir, I assure you. [To Mrs Gilbey] That is the milk, madam. [She has mistaken the jugs]. This is the water.
They stare at him in pitiable embarrassment.
MRS KNOX. What did I tell you? Heres something out of the common happening with a servant; and we none of us know how to behave.
JUGGINS. It's quite simple, madam. I'm a footman, and should be treated as a footman. [He proceeds calmly with his duties, handing round cups of tea as Mrs Knox fills them].
Shrieks of laughter from below stairs reach the ears of the company.
MRS GILBEY. Whats that noise? Is Master Bobby at home? I heard his laugh.
MRS KNOX. I'm sure I heard Margaret's.