Miss P. Kidneys?
Pil. Yes; you are aware of my preference for fish, and therefore I consider the substitution of kidneys——
Miss P. I ordered fish—and I did not order kidneys. Cook is entirely responsible for the change, and I shall certainly—— (moves towards kitchen again)
Pil. Hannah! Hannah! If Cook understood your order, which is by no means obvious (Miss Pillenger crosses round and sits L.), she was doubtless influenced by—er—by Lucy's partiality for kidneys.
Lucy. I never touch them.
Pil. Well, she couldn't know that. Really I think this discussion has been sufficiently prolonged.
(Gandy comes out with breakfast. He places large salver with tea in tea-pot, dish of kidneys, and eggs in stand on chair at top R. of table. Mr. Pillenger hands him the "Standard," which he puts on back of chair. He then places eggs and dish of kidneys on table, takes tea-pot and tray up, and crosses to L. to place it in position; he then removes cover of kidney dish, and slowly exits through porch.)
Pil. Here is the breakfast. Let us endeavor to approach it in a seemly spirit. Where is Captain Dorvaston? (Lucy crosses to L.) Upon my word, Lucy, considering the ties that will unite you, I hope very shortly, to Captain Dorvaston, I think he might conform to my rules.
Lucy. Jack was late last night. (sits and takes napkin out of ring)