Jennie. You always does have lemons with your tea, mum.
Dorothy. I didn't mention tea. I want you to get my portfolio fromup-stairs. It is on the table in the corner of my chamber.
[Looks at Jennie in surprise.
Jennie. 0h, excuse me, mum. I didn't hear straight.
[She casts a languishing glance at Yardsley and disappears.
Yardsley (noting the glance, presumably aside). Confound thatJennie!