Pil. Singular! No, she is certainly superior—very superior.
Miss P. (rises, crosses C.) She is so superior that she seems above taking my orders.
(Gandy comes out during this and continues clearing away. He places Mr. Pillenger's chair up B. C. and Miss Pillenger's chair up L. above gate. Folds cloth over tray, and takes it into the kitchen. Then comes back, folds up table and takes it away into house before cue, "This is July.")
Dor. I wouldn't say that, (crosses to C.), ma'am; she met you half way over the salmon. (returns to window. Miss Pillenger goes up with dignity and enters house through French window)
Pil. (rises, crosses C.) Thorsby is late. I expected him to call.
Lucy. He came early this morning, but he wouldn't wait.
Pil. Tut, tut! He knows I wished to see him. I have two christenings at one-thirty, and an interment at three. However, Lucy and—er—Captain Dorvaston (crosses and brings Dorvaston down) as you are together for once—I will avail myself of the opportunity to say a few serious words to you both. (Dorvaston and Lucy look at each other nervously)
Dor. Peg away, sir! (Lucy stands near table R. Dorvaston stands centre)
Pil. I have no wish to appear unduly inquisitive on a subject with which I have merely an indirect concern (sits R. of table) but may I enquire if you have fixed the time that will make you both—that will make us all happy? (puts arm on table and leans back. Lucy and Dorvaston again look at each other) Has a date been arrived at?
Lucy. Not precisely.