Miss P. But, Cook, I——
Car. You like sweets, of course?
Miss P. Certainly, you had better make us——
Car. Will you leave the sweets to me? I want to try a new kind of fruit salad; it's my first attempt, but you'll find it will be all right—and perhaps I might throw in a shape of jelly—we'll see.
Miss P. But——
Car. What time will you dine?—at least it isn't dinner—what time will you sup?
Miss P. At seven to-night, instead of half-past.
Car. Seven! I shall be ready. Is there anything else you wish to say to me?
Miss P. No, Cook; I don't suppose anything will be gained by my saying any more. (turns away and reads letters)
Car. Very good! (takes kidney dish off table, Mr. Pillenger assisting her; she crosses C.)