You needn’t be set up about it, because she squeezed mine, too. It’s evidently a habit.
Freddie.
Yours! What rot!
[Mrs. Dot has been staring at him, with both elbows on the table. A servant is standing at her side with a tray on which is the coffee.
Aunt Eliza.
Thompson is offering you some coffee, my dear.
Mrs. Dot.
[Absently.] Take it away.
Freddie.
What on earth are you staring at? Isn’t my tie all right?