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.
Yardsley (patronizingly). It is good for children.
Jennie (trying to attract Yardsley’s attention). Pst!
Yardsley. My mamma lets me have it Sunday nights.
Dorothy. Ha, ha, ha!
Barlow. Another joke? Good. Let me enjoy it too. Hee, Hee!
Jennie. Pst!
[Barlow looks around; Jennie hastily withdraws her head.