It's only a small whiskey with a spoonful of beer in it, my duck. JACK Oh! CLARA Come here, my duck, come on. [_Jack, curious, advances._ CLARA You'll tell your mother we didn't mean no harm, won't you? JACK (_touching her earrings_) What are they made of? CLARA They're only earrings. Don't you like them? JACK Um! (_He stands surveying her curiously. Then he touches a bracelet made of many little mosaic brooches_) This is pretty, isn't it? CLARA (_pleased_) Do you like it? [_She takes it off. Suddenly Mrs. Holroyd is heard calling, "Jack, Jack!" Clara starts._ HOLROYD Now then, get off! CLARA (_as Jack is reluctantly going_) Kiss me good-night, duckie, an' give this to your sister, shall you? [_She hands Jack the mosaic bracelet. He takes it doubtfully. She kisses him. Holroyd watches in silence._ LAURA (_suddenly, pathetically_) Aren't you going to give me a kiss, an' all? [_Jack yields her his cheek, then goes._ CLARA (_to Holroyd_) Aren't they nice children? HOLROYD Ay. CLARA (_briskly_) Oh, dear, you're very short, all of a sudden. Don't answer if it hurts you. LAURA My, isn't he different? HOLROYD (_laughing forcedly_) I'm no different. CLARA Yes, you are. You shouldn't 'ave brought us if you was going to turn funny over it. HOLROYD I'm not funny. CLARA No, you're not. (_She begins to laugh. Laura joins in in spite of herself_) You're about as solemn as a roast potato. (_She flings up her hands, claps them down on her knees, and sways up and down as she laughs, Laura joining in, hand on breast_) Are you ready to be mashed? (_She goes off again--then suddenly wipes the laughter off her mouth and is solemn_) But look 'ere, this'll never do. Now I'm going to be quiet. (_She prims herself_) HOLROYD Tha'd 'appen better. CLARA Oh, indeed! You think I've got to pull a mug to look decent? You'd have to pull a big un, at that rate. [_She bubbles off, uncontrollably--shaking herself in exasperation meanwhile. Laura joins in. Holroyd leans over close to her._ HOLROYD Tha's got plenty o' fizz in thee, seemly. CLARA (_putting her hand on his face and pushing it aside, but leaving her hand over his cheek and mouth like a caress_) Don't, you've been drinking. (_She begins to laugh_) HOLROYD Should we be goin' then? CLARA Where do you want to take us? HOLROYD Oh--you please yourself o' that! Come on wi' me. CLARA (_sitting up prim_) Oh, indeed! HOLROYD (_catching hold of her_) Come on, let's be movin'--(_he glances apprehensively at the stairs_) CLARA What's your hurry? HOLROYD (_persuasively_) Yi, come on wi' thee. CLARA I don't think. (_She goes off, uncontrollably_) HOLROYD (_sitting on the table, just above her_) What's use o' sittin' 'ere? CLARA I'm very comfy: I thank thee. HOLROYD Tha 'rt a baffling little 'ussy. CLARA (_running her hand along his thigh_) Aren't you havin' nothing, my dear? (_Offers him her glass_)