Inseparables!
Parbury.
I should say so!
Mrs. Parbury.
[Uneasily.] Indeed!
Parbury.
[Comes over and takes his tea.] You see, Gunning had been my fag at Harrow, and my ill-treatment of him inspired a dog-like devotion. [To Miss Woodward.] Let me take your cup. [Adds in a lower voice.] I’ve an idea!
[Miss Woodward goes to desk; Parbury follows her to desk.]
Gunning.
Let me.