FANNY. You’ll take some more tea, won’t you? Do you mind, Doctor,
passing Miss Wetherell’s cup? And the other one. Thank you. And will
you pass them the biscuits? You see, I am doing all I can on your
behalf. [_She is talking and laughing—a little hysterically—for the
purpose of filling time_.] Tea and hot cake—could anything be worse for
them?