Carve. (Picking up a sheet of paper from table.) Hello! What's this? Hotel bill-receipted?
Janet. I should think so indeed! They sent it up the second day. (Into telephone.) Hot milk, please, and let it be hot! (Hanging up telephone. To Carve.) I expect they were afraid for their money.
Carve. And you paid it?
Janet. I took the money out of your pockets and I just paid it. I never said a word. But if you hadn't been ill I should have said something. Of all the swindles, of all the barefaced swindles!... Do you see what it's costing you to live here—a day?
Carve. Oh, not much above four pounds, I hope.
Janet. (Speechless at first.) Any woman that knew her business could keep you for a month—a month—for less than you spend here in a day—and better. And better! Look here: "Biscuits, 1s. 6d.!"
Carve. Well?
Janet. Well (confidentially earnest.), will you believe me when I tell you there wasn't a pennyworth of biscuits on that plate? Do you think I don't know what biscuits are a pound?
[78]Carve. Really!
Janet. (Ironically.) "Cheapest in the end"—but I should say the end's a long way off.