Edith.
[Smiling.] Isn’t Grace down yet? [To Claude, who rises to give her something to eat.] No, don’t bother. I’ll help myself.
Mrs. Insoley.
When I was mistress of this house breakfast was served punctually at eight o’clock every morning.
Cobbett.
[Flippantly.] It must have seemed just like supper. Did you have it the last thing before going to bed?
Mrs. Insoley.
I made no exceptions. The day after my cousin James broke his neck in the hunting-field and was brought to this very house on a stretcher, I came down as the clock struck. And a very hearty breakfast I ate too.
Cobbett.
Perhaps he didn’t leave you anything.