[Pushes electric button again.

Yardsley (with an effort at brilliance). The kitchen belle doesn'tseem to work.

Dorothy. 0rdinarily she does, but she seems to be upset by somethingthis evening. I'm afraid she's in love. If you will excuse me amoment I will go and prepare the tea myself.

Barlow. Do; good! Then we shall not need the sugar.

Yardsley. You might omit the spoons too, after a remark like that,Miss Dorothy.

Dorothy. We'll omit Mr. Barlow's spoon. I'll bring some for you andme. [She goes out.