) Oh, you bad little Pussy, what
a start you gave me!
Mrs. G. I'll never do it again.
Capt. G. 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.)
Mrs. G. (Quickly.
) Khitmatgar,
howarchikhana
see kettly lao.
Butler, get
a kettle from the cook-house. (Drawing down G.'s face to her own.) Pip
dear, I remember.
