Wil. Oh, yes, miss, I’ve dined, thank ye kindly.
Jen. Yes; he has dined! Oh! I quite forgot!
Spread. What?
Jen. I must interrupt you for a moment, Wilcox; I quite forgot that I promised to send some flowers to Captain Dampier this afternoon. Will you cut them for me?
Wil. Yes, miss, (knowingly). Out of the conservatory, I suppose, miss? (Wilcox going, Spreadbrow again delighted.)
Jen. No, these will do. (Pointing to open-air flower beds—Spreadbrow again disappointed.) Stop, on second thoughts perhaps you had better take them out of the conservatory, and cut them carefully—there’s no hurry.
Wil. (aside.) I understand! Well, poor young chap, let him be, let him be; he’s going to be turned off to-night, and his last meal may as well be a hearty one.
[Exit Wilcox.
Spread. (rises in great delight). How good of you—how very kind of you!
Jen. To send Captain Dampier some flowers?