Dor. I'm stirring the eggs for the mayonnaise. Cook asked me to.
Pil. Tut, tut! I have received a letter from the lawyers, respecting the draught copy of your marriage settlement. I gave it to you. May I ask you to fetch it!
Dor. Just now, sir?
Pil. Naturally. Why not?
Dor. Promised I wouldn't leave off stirring. Look here, sir, if I fetch the paper, will you go on with the eggs? (gives him basin—they both stir—so as not to stop)
Pil. Well, rather than cause—er—domestic inconvenience (takes basin) but have the goodness to make haste. The position is not without embarrassment.
Dor. I'll look sharp, sir. (crosses up back) Don't forget to stir very gently.
Pil. The caution is quite superfluous. (crosses to back of chair R.)
(Miss Pillenger comes out followed by Lucy; both dressed for walking.)
Dor. Hulloa, ma'am! Going for a prowl?