Pil. If you will permit me to explain myself, Captain Dorvaston? I have no wish, Hannah, to add weight to Cook's very arduous duties.
Dor. Hear, hear! (slaps the table)
Pil. (raising his voice) And therefore it seems to me—er—unmanly to lay stress upon possible digestive difficulties which fortitude and a little pepsin should enable us to face with calmness. Let the meal be a cold one. (Lucy has folded up napkin again, and taken "Standard" from back of chair, and is reading it)
Dor. Point of fact, it makes a pleasant change.
Miss P. But, Audley!
Pil. The question is decided. We will not pursue the subject. (pause)
Dor. (to Lucy) Anything in the paper?
Lucy. There's something about the Huntworth Divorce case.
Pil. We have no wish to hear any news relating to such a matter.