Dor. Are you, by George! That's devilish interesting. I suppose, now, the kitchen's a bit hot for things that go off color.
Car. Yes.
Dor. Eggs, for instance. (sits R. of Cook) I suppose you start with eggs as a ground plan—and then—and then you beat 'em. I often thought I should like to beat eggs. (seriously)
Car. (rising) You can beat these; at least, you can stir them, if you've a fancy that way. I want to baste my two fowls.
Dor. Oh! (disappointed, stops stirring)
Car. (she gives him the basin; pause; rises and turns to porch) Don't leave off stirring till I come back.
Dor. (beginning to stir) Not for worlds. (Cook turns) But basting now, basting must be an unusual engrossing branch of the science. Couldn't I come and watch you baste?
Car. (standing at entrance to porch) No; go on with the eggs please. That orchid seems rather in your way.
Dor. Got it for Lucy to wear to-night.
Car. Give it me.