Barlow. If you please; and one lump of sugar. (Dorothy pours it out.) Thanks.
Yardsley. Just a little, Miss Andrews. No cream, and no sugar.
[Dorothy prepares a cup for Yardsley. He is about to take it when—
Dorothy. Well, I declare! It's nothing but hot water! I forgot the tea entirely!
Barlow (with a laugh). Oh, never mind. Hot water is good for dyspepsia.
[With a significant look at Yardsley.
Yardsley. It depends on how you get it, Mr. Barlow. I've known men who've got dyspepsia from living in hot water too much.
[As Yardsley speaks the portière is violently clutched from without, and Jennie's head is thrust into the room. No one observes her.
Barlow. Well, my cup is very satisfactory to me, Miss Dorothy. Fact is, I've always been fond of cambric tea, and this is just right.