Car. You have rather. (closes cupboard door, returns L.)
Dor. If nature allowed a fella to kick himself, I'd do it with the greatest pleasure. (comes to R. and puts hat down on table) To drag you into such a beastly muddle! And I did so want to do you a turn.
Car. I know you did. You meant kindly, and I'm very grateful. Go to bed and forget all about it.
Dor. There'll be an awful row to-morrow. I'm not thinking of myself, I'm thinking about you.
Car. You needn't worry about me. Oddly enough, I've had news to-night that makes this affair very unimportant. Now I must really ask you to go.
Dor. All right, I'll be off. But, I say—you do forgive me?
Car. Of course I forgive you.
Dor. Thanks. Good-night!
Car. Good-night! (he goes to door R., then returns to table for his hat. As he does so Pillenger cautiously emerges from the larder. The two men face each other)
Pil. Hum! Tut, tut! (Cook turns and sits L.)