Did Mrs.Ravis want another cuppa tea?
No?
No more tea?
Well, she'd pass the bread.

Some bread, Master Howard?
Nice French bread, he always liked that.

Some more preserved pears, Miss Ravis?
Yes, miss, she'd get them right away; they were just over here on the sideboard.

Yes, here they were.

No more?
Now she'd go and put them back.