Dor. There! (rises, crosses to hand her bowl; Pillenger trying to get hold of it)
Car. I'm much obliged.
Dor. Don't you think I should make a good gardener?
Car. Capital, I should say. (crosses to porch)
Pil. Tut! tut! (she goes up stage)
Dor. Cook! Cook! (she turns round) If I try for the situation will you give me a character?
Car. I'm afraid I haven't one to spare! (he laughs; she returns to the kitchen)
Dor. (going up to window, then turns to Pillenger) By George she's a devilish—er——
Pil. Tut! tut! (up L. C.; Lucy knocks on the table two or three times to draw their attention)