Joyce. I didn't have a bath at all this morning, so there.
Oliver. Well, you're a dirty little pig then.
Mrs. Dermott. There's probably something wrong with the boiler. I'll see about it after breakfast.
(Enter Griggs, comes below Mrs. Dermott.)
Oh, Griggs, just tap on Miss Crombie's door, will you, and tell her that breakfast is ready.
Griggs. Miss Crombie wished me to say that she is taking breakfast in her bedroom, madam. I'm sending up a tray.
Mrs. Dermott. Quite right, Griggs. I wonder if she's feeling ill or anything. I'll go up presently. Oh, and will you find out if Mr. Davis is coming down soon?
Griggs. Mr. Davis is not in his room, madam.
Mrs. Dermott. Not? How very strange—he's probably in the garden somewhere. That'll do, Griggs?
(Exit Griggs, R.)