Cray. (turns and sees she is in hesitation) Is there anything else?
Car. (crosses down C. to him) As you seem to want to talk about something important you might break through a rule for once—and turn up in a possible condition.
Cray. Not come drunk—is that what you mean?
Car. No, I don't want to be unreasonable. At that time in the evening you are certain to be drunk,—but try not to be too drunk to be coherent. I'll expect you at eight-thirty. (she goes up stage, stands at kitchen window; after she has gone Crayll picks up cigar from tray and draws at it, finding it out he throws it down violently and swears. He then pours out whiskey and drinks. Dorvaston comes out dressed for walking)
Dor. Ready, old chap? (Crayll half chokes)
Cray. In half-a-minute. (drinks more whiskey)
Dor. (speaking across to Cook) Ah! Cook! friend and I are going for a stroll.
Car. It's a pleasant day for walking.
Dor. How is our mayonnaise coming on? (Crayll looks up on hearing this)