Car. (shuts work-box) What I thought about you was wrong. I beg your pardon.
Dor. Oh, that's all right!
Car. (leans on box) Now, will you do me a little favour?
Dor. Anything! (leans over table)
Car. Will you go to bed? (he backs with surprise) They mustn't come back and find you here.
Dor. Of course not, I'll go at once; and if at any time you should want a pal, you'll let me——
Car. Hush! (crosses to door and opens it) I fancy I heard the key in the front door. (she listens) Yes, it is them. Miss Pillenger is saying she wants to speak to me.
Dor. (takes up hat) By George! I'd better nip into the scullery. (crosses to scullery)
Car. No!
Dor. The larder? (crosses to it)