Lucy. We've just been married.
| Miss P. | What? (all rise and throw down papers; Dorvaston immediately takes Bradshaw offmantel and sits on settle looking out trains) |
| Pil. | |
| Dor. |
Lucy. Uncle, it wasn't Harry's doing, so if you feel riled you must pitch into me. I'm responsible. Harry hated the deception all through—didn't you?
Thor. I——
Lucy. All right, don't interrupt. We started early, biked over to Ingledene Church—did the trick—rode back, and we want everybody's blessing, and a good breakfast.
Pil. As you are practically independent of my control I fear I have no power to withhold the blessing. The good breakfast may be less easily obtained.
Lucy. Why?
Pil. Cook has left us? (crosses up to desk R., kicking the papers from his feet viciously as he goes)
Lucy. Oh! I'm sorry! She got up early, and made us some coffee, (takes hat up R. C.)
Dor. Then she knew?