Basil
I was only slacking. I was cutting a book.
Mabel
That's ever so much more fun than reading it, isn't it? [She catches sight of the tea things.] Oh, what a beautiful cake – and two cups! [She looks at him, questioning.]
Basil
[A little awkwardly.] Oh – I always have an extra cup in case some one turns up, you know.
Mabel
How unselfish! And do you always have such expensive cake?
Hilda
[With a smile, remonstrating.] Mabel!
Mabel
Oh, but I know them well, and I love them dearly. They cost two shillings at the Army and Navy Stores, but I can't afford them myself.
John
I wish you'd explain why we've come, or Basil will think I'm responsible.
Mabel
[Lightly.] I've been trying to remember ever since we arrived. You say it, Hilda; you invented it.
Hilda
[With a laugh.] Mabel, I'll never take you out again. They're perfectly incorrigible, Mr. Kent.
Basil
[To John and Mabel, smiling.] I don't know why you've come. Mrs. Murry has promised to come and have tea with me for ages.
Mabel
[Pretending to feel injured.] Well, you needn't turn me out the moment we arrive. Besides, I refuse to go till I've had a piece of that cake.
Basil
Well, here's the tea! [Mrs. Griggs brings it in as he speaks. He turns to Hilda.] I wish you'd pour it out. I'm so clumsy.
Hilda
[Smiling at him affectionately.] I shall be delighted.
[She proceeds to do so, and the conversation goeson while Basil hands Mabel tea and cake.
John
I told them it was improper for more than one woman at a time to call at a bachelor's rooms, Basil.
Basil
If you'd warned me I'd have made the show a bit tidier.
Mabel
Oh, that's just what we didn't want. We wanted to see the Celebrity at Home, without lime-light.
Basil
[Ironically.] You're too flattering.
Mabel
By the way, how is the book?
Basil
Quite well, thanks.
Mabel
I always forget to ask how it's getting on.
Basil
On the contrary, you never let slip an opportunity of making kind inquiries.
Mabel
I don't believe you've written a word of it.
Hilda
Nonsense, Mabel. I've read it.
Mabel
Oh, but you're such a monster of discretion… Now I want to see your medals, Mr. Kent.
Basil