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 —I'll never do it again.

—You'd better not. And now get those poor pale cheeks pink again, or I shall be angry. Don't try to lift the urn. You'll upset it. Wait. (Comes round to head of table and lifts urn.)

(quickly).—Butler, go and fetch the kettle. (Drawing down G.'s face to her own.) Pip, dear, I remember.

—What?

—That last terrible night.

—Then, just you forget all about it.

(softly, her eyes filling).—Never. It has brought us very close together, my husband. There! (Interlude.) I'm going to give Junda a new cloth.

—I gave her fifty rupees.

—So she told me. It was a 'normous reward. Was I worth it? (Several interludes.) Don't! Here's the servant Two lumps or one, sir?