[Mrs. S. pours out; an inky fluid comes out of the spout.[A]
Mrs. S. Oh! what a way of making tea!
Mrs. C. You'll excuse me if I go away, Mrs. Smiler. I'm so afraid of being taken worse if I stay here after what has happened.
The Others. And we really feel we had better do the same. Good afternoon, Mrs. Smiler.
[They all get up and go towards the door. The door is thrown violently open and Sukey rushes in.
Mrs. S. Oh, Sukey! There you are at last.
All the Guests [looking at her]. At last!
Sukey. I'm so sorry, ma'am; I fell off my bicycle, and it's broken.
Mrs. C. [solemnly]. What did I say!