Ch. Then there’s another little fireside game which is great fun. We each take a bit of paper and a pencil and try who can jot down the nicest dinner for ninepence, and the next day we have it.
Min. Oh, Cheviot, what a paradise you hold open to me!
Ch. Yes. How’s papa?
Min. He’s very well and very happy. He’s going to increase his establishment on the strength of the £1000 a year, and keep a manservant.
Ch. I know. I’ve been looking after some servants for him; they’ll be here in the course of the morning. A cook, a housemaid, and a footman. I found them through an advertisement. They’re country people, and will come very cheap.
Min. How kind and thoughtful you are! Oh, Cheviot, I’m a very lucky girl!
[Exit Minnie.
Ch. Yes, I think so too, if I can only repress my tendency to think of that tall girl I met in Scotland! Cheviot, my boy, you must make an effort; you are going to be married, and the tall girl is nothing to you!
Enter Parker.