BEATRICE.
[Going out on the right with Bertha.] O, don’t trouble.
ROBERT.
[Following her.] But I insist—as a cousin.
[Bertha, Beatrice and Robert go out by the door on the left. Richard stands irresolutely near the table. Archie closes the door leading to the hall and, coming over to him, plucks him by the sleeve.]
ARCHIE.
I say, pappie!
RICHARD.
[Absently.] What is it?
ARCHIE.
I want to ask you a thing.
RICHARD.
[Sitting on the end of the lounge, stares in front of him.] What is it?
ARCHIE.
Will you ask mamma to let me go out in the morning with the milkman?
RICHARD.
With the milkman?
ARCHIE.
Yes. In the milkcar. He says he will let me drive when we get on to the roads where there are no people. The horse is a very good beast. Can I go?