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.
Yardsley. You might omit the spoons too, after a remark like that, Miss Dorothy.
Dorothy. We’ll omit Mr. Barlow’s spoon. I’ll bring some for you and me. [She goes out.
Yardsley (with a laugh). That’s one on you, Barlow. But I say, old man (taking out his watch and snapping the cover to three or four times), it’s getting very late—after five now. If you want to go with Billy Wilkins you’d better take up your hat and walk. I’ll say good-bye to Miss Andrews for you.