Kez. And they can wear just what suits 'em.
Car. They wear whatever their dressmakers and tailors tell them to wear—whether it suits them or not. It generally doesn't.
Kez. Any'ow they don't 'ave to pay for their breakages.
Car. In the long run they pay just as heavily for their breakages as you do for yours. (crosses and replaces basket on window ledge and comes down L.)
Kez. My word! Think of that now! (Gandy enters and puts down tray on table; Keziah jumps up and crosses to head of table)
Gan. That's over. (sits) I'm fair sick of it. The governor is rushin' on to 'is fate. (Cook takes off the bread, cheese and glasses and puts them on lower end of table; Keziah takes up cheese plates, knives, butter and radish dish, leaving the syphon, decanter of whiskey and one glass till the last) Took radishes with 'is cheese. (Keziah looks horrified) Keziah, I have brought out the Captain's whiskey and syphon—I shan't be 'ere to-night, so you must take 'em up to 'is room the last thing, d'ye 'ear?
Kez. I 'ear. (she takes whiskey, soda, and glass to window ledge)
Gan. I've done most of the clearin' away. (Cook takes cheese to larder)
Car. (to Keziah) Bring me the bowl, Keziah, and then you can put your things on. (Keziah crosses to table, takes butler's tray and places it against wall above meat jack, then goes to scullery for bowl. To Gandy, coming out of larder and crossing L.) Will you have your supper now? (Keziah brings hot water to top of table; then takes glass radish dish and butter dish into larder)
Gan. No, thank'ee. They've put me off it. I shall try to pick a bit by and bye when I get to mother's.