(He appears in his nightgown and cap, with his gouty foot upon a stool—a table and chocolate beside him—Lucy is leaning on the arm of his chair.)
Just. Well, well, my darling, presently; I’ll see him presently.
Lucy. Whilst you are drinking your chocolate, papa?
Just. No, no, no—I never see anybody till I have done my chocolate, darling. (He tastes his chocolate.) There’s no sugar in this, child.
Lucy. Yes, indeed, papa.
Just. No, child—there’s no sugar, I tell you; that poz!
Lucy. Oh, but, papa, I assure you I put in two lumps myself.
Just. There’s no sugar, I say; why will you contradict me, child, for ever? There’s no sugar, I say.
(Lucy leans over him playfully, and with his teaspoon pulls out two lumps of sugar.)
Lucy. What’s this, papa?