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!