Claude.
[To Miss Vernon.] I wonder what I can tempt you with?
Miss Vernon.
I think I’ll have some fried sole.
Claude.
That’s the beauty of the country. One does relish one’s breakfast, doesn’t one?
[He hands a plate to Miss Vernon, and sits down with another for himself. As he does this he takes the Times from under his arm and sits on it.
Miss Vernon.
[With a smile at his peculiarity.] Is there anything in the Times, Claude?
Claude.