Me, miss?
Clare.
Didn’t you say so just now? Really, Baldwin, for a person of your age! And now you want a drink? Well, I’ve no objection, though it looks uncommonly as if you had helped yourself already.
(She points to Bill’s half-filled glass.)
Baldwin.
(Excitedly.) Me, miss? I give you my word, miss. Why, that’s—that’s——
Michael.
(His voice is heard calling softly beneath.) Clare....
Clare.