Blanche. Mother, dear, take off your gloves.
Mrs. Hunter. I thought I had. [Crying.] I'm so heartbroken I don't know what I'm doing.
[Taking off her gloves.
[Blanche and Clara comfort their mother.
Jessica. Here's the tea—
[Jordan and Leonard enter with large, silver tray, with tea, cups, and thin bread-and-butter sandwiches. They place them on small tea-table which Jessica arranges for them.
Mrs. Hunter. I'm afraid I can't touch it.
[Taking her place behind tea-table and biting eagerly into a sandwich.
Jessica. [Dryly.] Try.
[Blanche pours tea for them all, which they take in turn.