Dor. Thanks! (gives it to her)
Car. Tell her I'm taking care of it. (going)
Dor. I say, Cook!
Car. (pausing) Yes.
Dor. I want awfully to have a chat with you. (edging to end of bench)
Car. You're chatting now. (leans against post and faces Dorvaston)
Dor. Can't talk here—people about—and there's the basting.
Car. That's true.
Dor. You'll be all alone this evening. Don't fancy I shall want much of the Penny Reading—a ha'porth will be plenty. Thought I'd stroll back—and then, don't you understand?
Car. I think I understand you, but I'm doubtful if you quite understand me. I've an idea that what you want to say wouldn't interest me at all.