(Dorvaston simultaneously enters at garden door)
Dor. Well, Cook, I've got back. May I come in?
Car. If you like. (drops down L. Dorvaston enters and locks door after him) You needn't have locked the door.
Dor. Don't you keep it locked?
Car. I do generally—it doesn't matter. (sits L.)
Dor. The governor was seedy and left early.
Car. Yes, he came back.
Dor. Gone to bed, I s'pose? (she is silent and has resumed her work) I tried to think of something a bit more novel, but I couldn't, so I had to tell the old lady I wasn't feeling fit myself.
Car. Why did you trouble?
Dor. (crosses to top of table and puts hat down) Oh, well, don't you know, I wanted to say something to you.