Cray. Ah! Have you any whiskey?
Car. No!
Cray. (seeing decanter on slab in window) Why, what's this?
Car. That belongs to Captain Dorvaston.
Cray. That's all right. (crosses to window) He knows me. He won't mind. (Cook sits L. Cray stands at window with whiskey, syphon, and glass in hand) A cook! That's what beats me. Why a cook?
Car. It was an experiment.
Cray. If you were broke (comes to top of table and pours out whiskey) why didn't you try the stage? The divorce would have given you a leg up.
Car. How did you find me out?
Cray. Accident! (takes a drink and crosses C.) I came down here because I thought your pal the Duchess might give me the straight tip as to your whereabouts. My spottin' you was a bit of luck.
Car. You must be very hard up?