He dursn't—
MRS. HOLROYD
Be quiet now, be quiet. Here, Mr. Blackmore. (She again gives him the sheet to fold)
BLACKMORE
Your hands are cold.
MRS. HOLROYD
Are they?—I didn't know.
[Blackmore puts his hand on hers.
MRS. HOLROYD (confusedly, looking aside)
You must want your tea.