QUEEN. You'd better take it away, Brown, or cover it; it's too tempting.
J.B. (removing the fruit). Ah! Now if God had only done that, maybe we'd still all be running aboot naked.
QUEEN. I'm glad He didn't, then.
J.B. Ye're right, Ma'am.
QUEEN. The Fall made the human race decent, even if it did no good otherwise. Brown, I've dropped my glasses.
(He picks them up and returns them.)
QUEEN. Thank you, Brown,
J.B. So you're expecting a visitor, ye say?
QUEEN. Yes. You haven't seen Lord Beaconsfield yet, I suppose?
J.B. Since he was to arrive off the train, you mean, Ma'am? No: he came early. He's in his room.