Basil: . . . Would you care for a rat? Or . . . ? Just . . . just the biscuits then please, Polly.
Polly leaves with the tin. Carnegie continues to stare into space.
Sybil: . . . Black or white?
Carnegie: . . . Hmmm?
Sybil: Black or white?
Carnegie: . . . Black, please . . . was that a . . . ?
Sybil: There we are.
Polly (coming back): Here are the biscuits.
She holds the tin out, now minus rat. Mr. Carnegie stares at it. He takes a biscuit mechanically and just holds it. In the background Manuel is dragging an unconscious Basil by the heels out of the door into the lobby.
Sybil (conversationally): I’m afraid it’s started to rain again.