Mrs. Denham.
In the larder again. Really that beast must be got rid of. I will not stand such abominations any longer.
Denham.
Well, don't ask me to be executioner, that's all.
Mrs. Tremaine.
But surely you're not going to kill a black cat? It is awfully unlucky.
(Miss Macfarlane keeps Mrs. Tremaine under observation.)
Denham.
Are you superstitious?
Mrs. Tremaine.