Barlow. So am I—here.
[Rises and looks at pictures. Yardsley meanwhile sits in moody silence.
Dorothy (returning). You seem to have something on your mind, Mr. Yardsley. I never knew you to be so solemn before.
Yardsley. I have something on my mind, Miss Dorothy. It's—
Barlow (coming forward). Wise man, cold weather like this. It would be terrible if you let your mind go out in cold weather without anything on it. Might catch cold in your idea.
Dorothy. I wonder why Jennie doesn't come? I shall have to ring again.
[Pushes electric button again.
Yardsley (with an effort at brilliance). The kitchen belle doesn't seem to work.
Dorothy. Ordinarily she does, but she seems to be upset by something this afternoon. I'm afraid she's in love. If you will excuse me a moment I will go and prepare the tea myself.
Barlow. Do; good! Then we shall not need the sugar.