Myra
I hope so.
David
You must forgive me for being rather frowsy, but I’ve been working hard.
Sorel
Father, this is Mr.Mr. Greatham.
David
How are you? When did you arrive?
Richard
This afternoon.
David
Good. Have some tea. Everyone had better put their own sugar and milk in, or we shall get muddled. Where’s your mother, Simon?
He begins to pour it out.