PHILIP. Do you think she'll say something?
MARY. I don't know _what_ she'll say.

PHILIP. You needn't tell me, you know, if you don't want to.
Anyway, I don't suppose it will shock me. One gets used to it in
the Army. (He smiles pleasantly at her.)

MARY. Well, I'll do what I can, sir. But breakfast at eight sharp
is the master's rule, just as it used to be before you went away to
the war.

PHILIP. Before I went away to the war I did a lot of silly things.
Don't drag them up now. (More curtly) Two eggs, and if there's a
ham bring that along too. (He turns away.)

MARY (doubtfully, as she prepares to go). Well, I'm sure I don't
know what Mrs. Higgins will say. [Exit MARY.]

(As she goes out she makes way for AUNT EMILY to come in, a
kind-hearted mid-Victorian lady who has never had any desire for
the vote.)

EMILY. There you are, Philip! Good-morning, dear. Did you sleep
well?

PHILIP. Rather; splendidly, thanks, Aunt Emily. How are you? (He
kisses her.)

EMILY. And did you have a good breakfast? Naughty boy to be late
for it. I always thought they had to get up so early in the Army.