Pil. I imagined you had accompanied my sister and Lucy. They have started.
Dor. Came in here to fetch the orchid!
Pil. What orchid?
Dor. The orchid—and I hadn't a match—and Lucy had got it already, don't you see—so Cook gave me one—and—that's how it was, don't you know.
Pil. Cook gave you an orchid?
Dor. No, a light.
Pil. Then why allude to an orchid? However, it is quite immaterial.
Car. You said you wished to speak to me, Mr. Pillenger!
Pil. (coming a little to her) I desired to express my approval—my warm approval—of the excellent meal you gave us this evening; but I fear I have not sufficient time to do justice to the theme.
Dor. (R.) By George, sir, you did justice to the fruit salad?