Dor. (rises) You're wrong. I don't mean an atom of harm—swear I don't. What I want to say I would say before anybody—only I'd rather talk it over quietly. May I come?
Car. If you like.
Dor. Then you believe in me?
Car. (pauses) Yes, I think I do. What time are you likely to be back?
Dor. Round about nine thirty.
Car. Nine thirty! All right! Don't forget to stir the eggs (he begins eagerly) Very gently. (enters porch and then kitchen. Dorvaston watches her off and is looking through window, still stirring, when Pillenger comes out of French window)
Pil. Captain Dorvaston! Captain Dorvaston! Captain Dorvaston! (Dorvaston turns to him) If you are at leisure I should be glad if—— (seeing basin and pointing to it) What is that?
Dor. Fancy they call it a pudden basin.
Pil. What are you——? why should you——?