He was a Jew, Baldwin, though his name was Mackintosh. I don’t wish to speak of him. When you cut the foliage, please use restraint and feeling. On no account disfigure the tree. Watch from this spot the sun going down, and lop away a little branch here and a little branch there, so as to give me some perfect glimpses of gold and rose.
(Ellis enters with cup and saucer, milk, cream, whisky, soda, and a tumbler.)
Baldwin.
Yes, ’m.
Lady Patricia.
(To Ellis.) What have you got there?
Ellis.
The cup and saucer and the milk and cream, my lady. And I thought I had better bring whisky and soda as well, my lady.
Lady Patricia.