Christopher. When will it be my birthday?
[The Footman reënters with plates, followed by Moles, with silver dish of croquettes.
Philip. Here it comes; what is it?
Moles. Chicken croquettes, sir.
Philip. Left overs! Had chicken yesterday! Bring 'em here first!
Moles. No, ladies first, sir.
[Serves Elaine.
Lizzie. And besides, Miss Elaine is company.
[Moles serves Christopher.
Philip. That's all right. S'long it's Elaine, everything goes!