(_Allen looks at them and gingerly takes one._) Allen. Which end? Piff. (_Lighting match._) Either end, sir. Allow me. (_Showing matchbox._) Another little souvenir from my late master. He was always acknowledging, if I may say so, my value to him. That sort of thing is always done in good society now. (_Lights cigarette._) It is a full flavored one, sir. (_Piffin takes Allen’s pipe from table r.c., crossing with it to window r._) Allen. (_Watching him, anxiously._) Don’t hurt him. Piff. (_Turning round._) I was just going to put it outside on the window-sill, sir. Allen. No, don’t put him there. We used to sit up together of a night watching the sheep. I don’t like the thought of putting him outside the window, now I’m a gentleman. Drop him in the pocket of that old shooting coat o’ mine that thee won’t let me wear. They know each other. (_Sits r.and smokes his cigarette. Piff. puts the pipe on table and returns r.c._) Piff. (_Noticing that Allen is looking at his cigarette._) All right, sir? (_r._) Allen. Yes--yes, thank you, Mr. Puffin-- Piff. Piffin, sir. Allen. I wur looking to see if it wur alight, that’s all. Piff. You will soon get to like them, sir. And whenever you are ready to dress, sir-- Allen. (_Surprised._) Dress? Why, I be dressed, bain’t I? Piff. Oh, only for breakfast, you see, sir. I understood you were going out walking, sir. Allen. Why can’t I walk in these? Piff. Oh, no, sir--all London would laugh at you. Allen. Lord! I should never a’ thought as they’d take so much notice. (_Rising. Piff. crosses to l. near down stage door._) Ah, well, I’ll dress. (_Crossing l._) I don’t want to upset London if I can help it. I’ll dress. (_Exit l. Bows to Piffin as Piffin does so to him_). Piff. No necessity to bow, sir. (_Aside._) Ah, I’ve got a big job on here! (_Exit Piffin, following Allen l. Piffin immediately returns, having forgotten the pipe, which he takes. He is recrossing l. as enter Dexter and Clara, c., preceded by Peters, who takes tray from table R.c. and exits up L._) And I’ve got to live in the house with this. (_Dexter goes c., Clara r. at back._) Dex. (_Coming down._) Good-morning, Piffin, goodmorning. Having a quiet whiff? Piff. Thank you, sir. My stomach does not permit my indulging in the luxury of a cutty pipe. Dex. Is Mr. Rollitt about? Piff. He has just this minute gone upstairs to dress, sir. I will let him know you are here, sir. Dex. No hurry--no hurry at all, Piffin. We are before our time. You are not looking well, Piffin. Piff. Anxiety, sir. May be anxiety. You see Mr. Rollitt’s unacquaintance with the manners of the _beaux esprits_ throws much responsibility on myself. Dex. But you must be careful, Piffin. What would he do without you?