I shall be eternally indebted to her.

Aubrey.

Why?

Cayley.

I shall engage him at once. [Begins to eat his soup, frowns, and then puts down his spoon.] But I’m afraid you’ll want him back yourself.

Aubrey.

No. My wife is most particular about the character of her servants.

Cayley.

Ah! I’m more particular about the character of my soup.

[His hand goes out instinctively towards his sherry-glass. As he is about to raise it he sees that it is empty, and refrains.