Do you think anybody wants as much tea and cakes in war-time ?' She pointed to the table.
Forest paused as he was lifting the silver tray, and put it down again.

He looked at the table; then he looked at the lady opposite.
'We servants, Miss, have never been asked what _we_ think.

Mr.
Mannering--that's not his way.' 'But I may ask it, mayn't I, Forest ?' Forest's intelligent face flamed.
'Well, if we've really to speak out what we think, Miss--that's Cook and me--why, of course, the feeding here--well, it's a scandal! that's what it is.

The Master will have it.

No change, he says, from what it used to be.