Mr. C. Well, I don’t want to be cooled off so suddenly. Let me taste of that tea again.
M. I threw it away.
Mr. C. (in surprise). Threw my tea away?
M. Yes, you told me to. You said you didn’t want it.
Mr. C. I should think you might know by this time that I don’t mean what I say. Get me some more, quick.
(Maria goes out. During her absence Mr. C. remains quiet, and with his eyes closed. She soon returns.)
Mr. C. Why didn’t you stay all day?
M. I hurried all I could, uncle; you know I had to wait for the tea to get hot. (Tasting.) It’s very nice.
Mr. C. (shaking his head). I’ve got all off the notion for it, now.
M. Won’t you have some of it?