[Looking into a drawer.] It’s very kind of cook.
Evans.
Cook’s words was, “This’ll be a dull ’ouse when the little sunbeam’s gone.”
Miss Woodward.
That will do, Evans.
Evans.
Excuse me, Miss, it was meant kindly. We was all on your side in this embroglo.
[A pause. Miss Woodward is obstinately silent, and goes on working.
Evans.
Can’t I get you something, Miss?