Mrs. G. (interrupting her). Goodness! Mr. Grover, I could hear distinctly enough if you spoke a great deal lower. Of course, Bridget served up dinner. You don’t suppose I did it?
Mr. G. At two o’clock?
Mrs. G. Certainly.
Mr. G. (rings bell violently. Bridget appears, R.). Bridget, do you recollect my telling you this morning I should not be home till four?
B. Yes, sir.
Mr. G. And that dinner was not to be served up till that time?
B. Yes, sir.
Mr. G. Then, why did you dare to do otherwise?
B. (undaunted). The misthress tould me to.
Mr. G. Then I wish you to understand that I am the master, and my orders are to be obeyed. I dismiss you from my service.