Cray. Goodness a'mighty! (slight pause) Is that you? (she is silent) Is that you? (speaking louder)
Car. Yes—what then?
Cray. Phew! (wipes his forehead) When I saw you standin' there, dressed like that, I thought I'd got 'em again. Damned if I didn't.
Car. Why?
Cray. Why, who'd expect to see Lady Huntworth masqueradin' as a cook.
Car. I'm not Lady Huntworth any longer. Surely Lord Huntworth is the last person who should need the reminder.
Cray. I'm not Lord Huntworth down here. My name's Crayll for the present.
Car. Really?
Cray. I'm keepin' out of the way—for—reasons.
Car. The local police don't strike me as being very shrewd.