Yes.
Parbury.
[Outside, to Evans.] Serve breakfast.
Enter Parbury, L.
Good-morning. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting. Oh, you are here, Miss Woodward. Good-morning. [Looks at the table.] And you have managed to find us some roses. How very kind of you! [Miss Woodward gives him letters. He runs them over.] No, no, no, no! Will you kindly see what they’re all about? [She is about to go.] Oh, not now—after breakfast will do.
Miss Woodward.
I have breakfasted, thank you.
Parbury.
Really! I suppose I’m horribly late. [Looks at his watch. Then, noticing the roses she carries in her hand.] How very beautiful they are! Look, George! [She selects one and hands it to him.] For me? Thank you. [He fastens it in his buttonhole.]
[Exit Miss Woodward, L.