Car. To-morrow's breakfast?
Miss P. No, to-day's. I am very much astonished and annoyed.
Pil. Tut, tut!
Car. What was wrong with the breakfast? When I sent it out it looked all right.
Miss P. Why were my directions disregarded? I ordered the eggs to be poached—you boiled them; I mentioned fried bacon—none came to table; I requested you to procure fish—you gave us kidneys. Now what have you to say?
Car. I'm afraid I forgot about the eggs? I haven't any other excuse to offer.
Pil. A most reasonable explanation!
Dor. Things do slip one's memory. (Miss Pillenger glares at Dorvaston)
Car. I didn't cook any bacon; it had got rather low, and I didn't think the result would please you.