Car. There's a small parsley bed over there (she points left)
Dor. Right-O! (crosses L., kneels)
Car. But it's really too bad to trouble you. (crosses C. Mr. Pillenger goes with Caroline on her L.)
Dor. Not a bit! To oblige you I'd pick oakum! (he kneels and picks parsley)
Pil. I—er—regret—that—er—the absence of Gandy—as to which I shall require some explanation, should have caused you all this inconvenience.
Car. It doesn't signify. Captain Dorvaston is doing the work very nicely.
Dor. Fact is I've broken out in a new place. Where shall I put the pieces? (holding up parsley)
Car. In this dish. (Mr. Pillenger takes dish from her, and Dorvaston snatches it from him—puts parsley in it, and holds it out)
Dor. It's very easy when you get into the swing of it. Will that be enough?
Car. Plenty, thanks.