First Footman. The widder seemed chipper like!
Leonard. And did you get on to the old lady's rig-out; mourning don't hang very heavy on her shoulders.
[One chair is moved back.
Jordan. [To First Footman.] Get the coffee. [He goes out Right. To Leonard.] Get the smoking lay-out!
[Leonard goes out Right and brings back a silver tray laden with cigarettes, cigar boxes, and a burning alcohol lamp.
Leonard. If you ask me, I think she's going to put a bit more on the matrimonial mare if she gets the chance.
Jordan. It's none of your business. You're Mrs. Sterling's servant now.
Leonard. Good thing, too; it was a happy day for us when they moved in.
First Footman. [Reënters with the coffee.] Say, did you see how that young feller over there [Motioning to the lower right-hand corner of the table.] shovelled the food in?
Leonard. And the way he poured down the liquid—regular hog! My arm's tired a-filling of his glass.