Claude.
There’s fried sole and eggs and bacon.
Grace.
Oh, I don’t think I’ll have anything. I’ll just have some tea and toast.
Claude.
My dear, you’re not off your feed, are you?
Mrs. Insoley.
Grace has probably been stuffing herself with bread and butter in her room. I have no patience with the new-fangled custom of giving people tea when they wake up. I never give it to my guests.
Cobbett.
Then don’t ask me to come and stay with you.