[Dryly.] I don't know. Exercise your invention.
Mabel.
[Going towards the others.] Hilda, John is clamouring for some tea.
Hilda.
[Coming down.] Why on earth can't he help himself?
John.
My native modesty prevents.
Hilda.
That's quite a new trait in you.
[Hilda sits down and pours out tea for John.
He looks at her silently.