Car. Yes?
Pil. May I come in?
Car. Certainly! (crosses to chair R. and sits, takes out pudding cloth and starts to hem it)
(Mr. Pillenger enters at back door.)
Pil. I—er—explained to Miss Pillenger that I thought it advisable to return home early—as I was feeling somewhat indisposed.
Car. (looks up at him) Then you would like to go to bed? I'll let Miss Pillenger in. (looks at door L.)
Pil. That is not necessary, I gave her my latchkey. I fear I must admit my illness has no—er—tangible existence.
Car. Oh!
Pil. I trust I am not interrupting any—er—domestic occupation?
Car. I have to hem some pudding cloths, but I can listen while I work. What do you want to say to me? (she begins sewing; Pillenger crosses to top of table, puts hat down; as he crosses Cook looks at door L.)