Yardsley. Sir? What do you mean to insinuate? That I am engaged to Jennie?
Barlow. I never said so.
Dorothy. Oh dear, let us have the tea. You quarrelsome men are just wearing me out. Mr. Barlow, do you want cream in yours?
Barlow. If you please; and one lump of sugar. (Dorothy pours is out.) Thanks.
Dorothy. Mr. Yardsley?
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.