MRS. WOLFF
I don't know; I ain't sayin' what you live on.
MRS. MOTES
Heavens, you needn't be so cross. We simply wanted to ask about our bill.
MRS. WOLFF
You've asked about that a good deal more'n once.
MRS. MOTES
Very well. So we're asking again. Anything wrong with that? We have to
pay sometime, you know?
MRS. WOLFF
[_Astonished._] You wants to pay?
MRS. MOTES
Of course, we do. Naturally.
MOTES
You act as if you were quite overwhelmed. Did you think we'd run off
without paying?
MRS. WOLFF
I ain't given to thinkin' such things. If you want to be so good then.
Here, we can arrange right now. The amount is eleven shillin's, six
pence.
MRS. MOTES
Oh, yes. Mrs. Wolff. We're going to get money. The people around here
will open their eyes wide.
MOTES
There's a smell of roasted hare here.
MRS. WOLFF
Burned hair! That'd be more likely.
MOTES
Let's take a look and see.
[_He is about to take the cover from the sauce-pan._
MRS. WOLFF
[_Prevents him._] No sniffin' 'round in my pots.
MRS. MOTES
[_Who has observed everything distrustfully._] Mrs. Wolff, we've found
something, too.
MRS. WOLFF
I ain't lost nothin'.
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