Yardsley. Nothing; only—ah—only that I thought it was very—very pleasant out.
Barlow. That's what you said before.
Yardsley (indignantly). Well, what of it? It's the truth. If you don't believe it, go outside and see for yourself.
[Jennie appears at the door in response to Dorothy's ring. She glances demurely at Yardsley, who tries to ignore her presence.
Dorothy. Jennie, go up to my room and look on the table in the corner, and bring me down the portfolio you will find there. The large brown one that belongs in the stand over there.
Jennie (dazed). Yessum. And shall I be bringin' lemons with it?
Dorothy. Lemons, Jennie?
Jennie. You always does have lemons with your tea, mum.
Dorothy. I didn't mention tea. I want you to get my portfolio from upstairs. It is on the table in the corner of my room.
[Looks at Jennie in surprise.