A cup!
Clare.
And a glass!
Michael.
A cup and a glass!
Lady Patricia.
(Languidly.) Oh, I suppose Cousin Bill left them up there. You needn’t trouble to bring them down, Clare. Baldwin can fetch them.
Clare.
He seems to have been doing himself uncommonly well. I daresay I shall find plates, knives and forks, napkins and finger-bowls. What ho!