Mrs. Chinn. (She wipes her hand on her apron before taking Annys’s proffered hand.)
Geoffrey. (To Sigsby.) I can turn up there later in the evening. (He joins the others for a moment—talks with them.)
Mrs. Chinn. (Now shaking hands.) Quite well, thank you, ma’am. (She has cast a keen, motherly glance at Annys.) I hope you’re taking care of yourself, ma’am.
Annys. Of course I am. We Politicians owe it to our Party. (Laughs.) How are they getting on here, without me?
Mrs. Chinn. Well, ma’am, from what I can see, I think Mr. Chilvers is trusting a little too much to his merits. Shall I bring some more cups and saucers, sir?
Geoffrey. Ah! yes! (To Annys.) You’ll have some tea?
Annys. Strong, please, Mrs. Chinn.
(Mrs. Chinn goes out.)
(Laughs.) Yes, I know it’s bad for me. (She puts a hand over his mouth.)
Phoebe. Old Mother Chinn is quite right, you know, Geoff. You’re not putting up a good fight.