Lucy. Oh, quite early in the morning, before anybody is up. Mr. Thorsby will fetch me.
Car. I see.
Lucy. Why did you want to know?
Car. So that I should think of you and wish you luck.
Lucy. I don't see what reason you have to wish me luck.
Car. You're a nice child—and I was always fond of children.
(Dorvaston comes in—he is in evening dress with light overcoat and carries a small music-case—he doesn't see Lucy at first.)
Dor. I say, Cook, I—ah! (Cook backs and he sees Lucy) I—hulloa, Lucy!
Lucy. Well, Jack, what do you want? (Cook retires round top of table down L. and resumes her glass-washing)