Dor. Good morning! (Gandy crosses from O.P. to steps)
Gan. Mornin'. (C.)
Dor. Got a match about you?
Gan. No. (crosses to mantel) There should be a box 'ere. (goes to mantel) There is! (he brings them to Dorvaston)
Dor. (taking them, rises) Thanks! I suppose the papers haven't come yet?
Gan. They 'aven't.
Dor. You seem a trifle down. Not quite your own bright self, are you? (lights cigarette)
Gan. I ain't!
Dor. You went to see your mother, didn't you?
Gan. Yes.