Miss P. There!
Pil. In any case, Hannah, our friend Dorvaston is Lucy's responsibility. (leans on mantel)
Miss P. At all events, Cook is yours!
Pil. Eh? Hum—yes——
Miss P. You will of course ring the bell and discharge her.
Pil. I—really think we should endeavour to avoid any——
Miss P. (rises) Her continued presence in the house would be an insult to me.
Pil. (loudly) To avoid any appearance of temper—do you hear me, Hannah?—of temper.
Dor. (coming to Miss Pillenger) Upon my soul, ma'am, Cook hadn't anything to do with it. I was there against her wish.