Car. (at back of chair L.) I told you the chief thing last night. Mr. Crayll was my husband at one time.
Dor. You say he was your husband.
Car. Yes. We are divorced.
Dor. Oh, that was it! (pause) I haven't known your—er—I haven't known Crayll more than a day or two, but I can see he's an awful little swine. I suppose he treated you anyhow?
Car. Yes. Is there anything else you would like me to tell you?
Dor. It's extraordinary good of you to give me your confidence.
Car. You've earned it. (takes tray, and turns)
Dor. (crosses behind her, to her L.) Well then, I say, what are you going to do now?
Car. See to the breakfast.
Dor. No, no! I mean about—Miss Pillenger—and—the broom cupboard. There'll be an infernal row, and I'm afraid you'll get beans.