Lucy. I ought to go down to the village. (crosses to French window)
Car. (takes up fork and begins to stir eggs) Don't let me make you late for any appointment. (Cook puts bowl on window; Lucy tries to laugh, and exits through French window)
(Dorvaston enters with large orchid.)
Dor. Here you are, little woman,. (looks for Lucy)
Car. She has gone down to the village.
Dor. Hulloa! Are you there, Cook? (goes to her)
Car. Yes.
Dor. Doing a bit of al fresco cooking?
Car. I'm mixing the mayonnaise.