[Takes an egg. Shells it.
Parbury.
[Lifts the lid of the tea-pot, then of the coffee-pot, and closes them gently with a look of distaste.] No, not this morning. Still, we must drink something. What shall it be?
Gunning.
I am your guest.
Parbury.
Perhaps we had better split a bottle.
Gunning.
Please be frank. Do you mean Bass or champagne?