MRS. G. No, no; biscuits. Soft biscuits for the other gentlemen, and some hard ones for the master.
JAMES. Yes, madam.
(He goes, and in a few minutes returns, sets wine and biscuits on the side-table, and retires?)
MORLEY (to GLADSTONE). Now?
GLADSTONE. If you will be so good, my dear Morley, I shall be much obliged.
(Slowly and thoughtfully Mr. Morley goes over to fireplace, where he stands looking at Mrs. Gladstone, who is now beginning to "cast-off" a completed piece of knitting. The rattle of the dice is heard.)
GLADSTONE. You play.
(Thereafter, as the game proceeds, the dice are heard constantly.)
MORLEY. Well, dear lady?
MRS. G. Well, Mr. Morley? So Mr. Gladstone is at his game, and has sent you to talk to me.