(As curtain rises Cook takes salmon to larder R. U. E. and returns to table down L. with fruit salad; Gandy enters with butler's tray; crosses to R. of table; Keziah enters and takes ham to larder and returns to dresser.)
Gan. Sweets, Cook!
Car. Quite ready! (clearing tray of chicken dish and plates) They seem to have taken very kindly to the stuffed fowls.
Gan. Oh, horful! There's 'ardly a gizzard left for hus to make a supper of. Dorvaston's the worst.
Kez. (at dresser) Oh, and master too. (takes plates) I thought he'd 'ave bust 'imself—I did reelly. (crosses to top of Gandy, places plates on butler's tray)
Gan. They told me to look sharp. It's wonderful they don't want a rest. (Caroline holds up dish of fruit salad; Gandy takes dish in both hands admiringly; then lets Cook put it on tray) So that's it, Cook? It looks lovely.
Car. Glad you like it.
Gan. (takes up tray) It ain't no good me likin' it, I shan't get none—they'll see to that. (moves to R. Keziah moves to follow him) Keziah, don't you come. You'll never wait at table—your mind can't rise above 'anding bread when nobody wants it. (she returns to top of table; he carries tray to door R., then pauses) It do look lovely. Let's pray to 'eaven they don't eat it all. (he goes out; Cook crosses to larder with chicken and back round top down to L.)
Kez. (at top of table clearing) Gandy's a bit narked to-night. (rubs knives with a piece of rag) When there's a bit of anythink extra for supper, 'e does grodge it to 'em, don't 'e? Now with me it's, as you may say, different. If any trifle takes me fancy—such as a breast of chicken—or what not—while it's bein' carved I simply turn me 'ead away.