nicely clipped, not "teachur," or you'll never grow up to marry a gentleman. . . . Lizzie, we've got to think of Gladys' future, 'ave'n't we? A refined influence at work, says teacher. (An atmosphere of warmth, of hospitality steals through the little room. It is made visible in the new ease of the men's attitudes, in the softening of Mrs. Benn's aspect. She bends and slowly rolls up the quilt, and carries it to the next room. Returning, she goes to the cupboard, takes out an extra plate, cup and knife, lays them on the table, takes more brawn from the package, places it on the platter, and draws up another chair.
Mrs. Benn.—Sit in, men.
(They come forward with alacrity but Linton does not sit down till he has assisted Mrs. Benn to her seat with the utmost gallantry. She blossoms into smiles.)
(They come forward with alacrity but Linton does not sit down till he has assisted Mrs. Benn to her seat with the utmost gallantry. She blossoms into smiles.)
Mrs. Benn.—Did you get chilled in the fog?
