The lady that
called about Master Bobby, sir.
KNOX. Do you mean to say theyre having a party all to themselves
downstairs, and we having a party up here and knowing nothing about
it?
JUGGINS. Yes, sir. I have to do a good deal of entertaining in the
pantry for Master Bobby, sir.
GILBEY. Well, this is a nice state of things!
KNOX. Whats the meaning of it? What do they do it for?
JUGGINS. To enjoy themselves, sir, I should think.
MRS GILBEY. Enjoy themselves! Did ever anybody hear of such a thing?
GILBEY. Knox's daughter shewn into my pantry!
KNOX. Margaret mixing with a Frenchman and a footman-- [Suddenly
realizing that the footman is offering him cake.] She doesnt know
about--about His Grace, you know.
MRS GILBEY. Perhaps she does. Does she, Mr Juggins?
JUGGINS. The other lady suspects me, madam. They call me Rudolph, or
the Long Lost Heir.
MRS GILBEY. It's a much nicer name than Juggins. I think I'll call
you by it, if you dont mind.
JUGGINS. Not at all, madam.
_Roars of merriment from below._
GILBEY. Go and tell them to stop laughing. What right have they to
make a noise like that?
JUGGINS. I asked them not to laugh so loudly, sir. But the French
gentleman always sets them off again.
KNOX. Do you mean to tell me that my daughter laughs at a Frenchman's
jokes?
GILBEY. We all know what French jokes are.
JUGGINS. Believe me: you do not, sir. The noise this afternoon has
all been because the Frenchman said that the cat had whooping cough.
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