Kate. Cream?
Nor. Thanks awfully. (Kate hands cup to Normantower, and takes another herself, and sits on sofa, L. of it)
Nor. (aside) I didn’t mean sugar, but I must agree with her.
Servants offer coffee to Tom and then to Mildred; they simply reverse their attitudes, without taking further notice. Exeunt Servants R.U.D.
Kate. (cup in hand) Is that as you like it?
Nor. (seating himself by her) This is just as I like it. So, it’s quite settled, you’re going to stay here? (on sofa)
Kate. Yes, I find I can’t tear myself away from Ravenhurst—I’m a fixture.
Nor. I say! are you a landlord’s or a tenant’s fixture?
Kate. Oh, I’m attached to the freehold—very much attached to it.