Yardsley. I say that I am fairly fond of tea.

Barlow. So am I--here. [Rises and looks at pictures. Yardsleymeanwhile sits in moody silence.

Dorothy (returning). You seem to have something on your mind, Mr.Yardsley. I never knew you to be so solemn before.

Yardsley. I have something on my mind, Miss Dorothy. It's--

Barlow (coming forward). Wise man, freezing weather like this. It wouldbe terrible if you let your mind go out in freezing weather withoutanything on it. Might catch freezing in your idea.

Dorothy. I wonder why Jennie doesn't come? I shall have to ringagain.