Did you ring, sir?
Basil.
Yes. I expect a lady to tea. And there's a cake that I bought on my way in.
Mrs. Griggs.
Very well, sir.
[She goes out, and immediately comes in with a
tray on which are two cups, sugar, milk,
&c.
Basil.
Oh, Mrs. Griggs, I want to give up these rooms this day week. I'm going to be married. I'm sorry to leave you. You've made me very comfortable.
Mrs. Griggs.
[With a sigh of resignation.] Ah, well, sir, that's lodgers all over. If they're gents they get married; and if they're ladies they ain't respectable.