An old garden-hat of LETTY'S lying on a chair. Discover LYDIAlaying supper-things. Cloth on table.
LYDIA. Nearly nine o'clock, and not a sign of the Minister and Letty.
Enter JACOBwith a bottle of wine and a plucked, uncooked chicken.
Oh, here you are at last. Why, what have you got there?
JACOB. That's a chicken and a bottle of port- wine.
LYDIA. Oh, what's that for?
JACOB. Why, for supper to be sure.
LYDIA. I should like to know where the money's to come from for such luxuries!
JACOB. Well, it is very extravagant, I know; but you mustn't be angry with me this once, Lydia. You see, this is George's first visit to my house as my future son-in-law, and I want to give him a warm welcome for Letty's sake. That's a fine bird, isn't it?
LYDIA (examining fowl, probing it with her fingers).