Only there weren't but five, and would you mind....

MRS. HAVERTON (_sharply_): I cannot understand a word you say.
Go back and tell your mother there were _seven_.
And if she sends home _five_ she pays for _two_.
So there! (_Snorts_.)

MISS COBLEY (_sobbing_): I'm sure I....

MRS. HAVERTON (_savagely_): Don't stand snuffling there!
Go back and tell your mother what I say....
Impudent hussy!...

(_Exit_ MISS COBLEY _sobbing. A pause._)

REV. A. HAVERTON (_with assumed authority_): To return to Helen.
Tell me concisely and without complaints,
Why did she give you notice?

(_A hand-bell rings in the passage_.)

FIDO: Bow-wow-wow!

REV. A. HAVERTON (_giving him a smart kick_): Shurrup!

FIDO (_howling_). Pen-an'-ink! Pen-an'-ink
Pen-an'-ink! Pen-an'-ink!

REV. A. HAVERTON (_controlling himself, as well as he can, goes to
the door and calls into the passage_): Miss Grosvenor!