Kez. Yus, Cook; I'm sorry as I spoke hasty before you.
Car. Very well, go along; you'll be late.
Kez. Yus, Cook. (she goes quietly to door R., then turns and speaks very respectfully) Good-night, Mr. Gandy. (she then goes out)
Gan. (Cook takes bread to larder top way and returns round top L.) That's the worst of domestic service—one 'as to put up with the cheek of h'underlings. It ain't a fit life for such as h'us—we're a good many cuts above it. (he rises) Well, Cook, I shall 'ave to change my coat, so if you will excuse me——
Car. Certainly! (washing glasses)
Gan. But before I go to-night, I should like 'alf a word with you about a little matter which 'as bin floatin' on the top of my mind for this month past.
Car. Won't it keep?
Gan. No, it won't—not if you was to put it in the refrigerator.
Car. People change their minds sometimes.
Gan. I shan't change my mind.