Miss P. Fowl? (crosses C.)
Pil. Tut, tut! (conceals the basin behind him)
Miss P. (crossing to him) You here, Audley? I am accompanying Lucy to the village. I imagined you were writing your sermon.
Pil. I have been delayed by—er—unforeseen interruptions (Dorvaston tells Lucy about basin; she goes up behind Pillenger and taps it) You are yourself wasting the freshness of the morning.
Miss P. I thought the moment was opportune for the purchase of your new socks.
Pil. Tut, tut!
Miss P. But you have given me no instructions as to pattern or texture.
Pil. Both are indifferent to me. I rely on your taste and judgment.
Miss P. I will go then. (she moves L.; Dorvaston opens gate and stands talking to her; Lucy laughs)
Pil. What is amusing you, Lucy?