Pil. But—how did you get there?
Cray. How the devil should I know?
Pil. Tut, tut!
Cray. I must have bin sprung last night, that's about the size of it. I seem to recollect somebody pickin' me up, and then chuckin' me down again, like a sack of coals. (to Pillenger) It wasn't you, was it?
Pil. Certainly not! But you seem to be shivering. May I offer you anything?
Miss P. (from back of table—coming down a little) A hot cup of tea?
Cray. Tea be damned!
Pil. Tut! (Miss Pillenger is shocked, and goes up)
Cray. No, I should like a hair of the dog that bit me.