Dean.
I’m sorry. I didn’t go to bed until very late myself. Those little additions to my sermon took me longer than I had anticipated. (John and Robert go out, having placed the dish before the Dean.) This looks most inviting. And as there doesn’t seem to be much of it, I’m not, on the whole, sorry that you’ve lost your appetite this morning! It’s an ill wind that——
Clare.
May I have some, please?
Dean.
Changeable young person!
Clare.
Well, of course, if you grudge me a little piece of your omelette——
Dean.
Not at all, my dear! Not at all!