honor. [fishing out the parcels one by one.] This is a bell for Mrs. Williams . . something she said she wanted so that you can ring that for her which saves the maids. Cap and apron for Mary. Cap and apron for Ellen. Shawl for Davis when she goes out to the larder. All useful presents. And that's something for you but you're not to look at it till the morning.
Having shaken each of these at the old gentleman, she proceeds to re-pack them. He is now trembling with anxiety to escape before any more of the family find him there.
mr. george booth. Thank you . . thank you! I hope my lot has arrived. I left instructions . .
honor. Quite safely . . and I have hidden them. Presents are put on the breakfast table to-morrow.
edward. [with an inconsequence that still further alarms mr. booth.] When we were all children our Christmas breakfast was mostly made off chocolates.
Before the basket is packed, mrs. voysey sails slowly into the room, as smiling and as deaf as ever. mr. booth does his best not to scowl at her.
mrs. voysey. Are you feeling better, George Booth?
mr. george booth. No. [then he elevates his voice with a show of politeness.] No, thank you . . I can't say I am.
mrs. voysey. You don't look better.