Janet. (Putting cigarettes and matches down beside Carve.) Want anything else, dear? (No answer from Carve.) Because I must set about my morning's work. (Carve continues to read.) Albert, are you sure you don't want anything else?
(As he still gives her no sign of attention, she snatches the paper away from him, and throws it on the floor.)
Carve. (Not having moved his eyes.) The pattern of this jug is really not so bad.... Yes, my soul?
Janet. I've asked you I don't know how many times whether you want anything else, because I must set about my morning's work.
Carve. Is there any more coffee?
Janet. Yes, plenty.
Carve. Hot?
Janet. Yes.
Carve. Then I don't want any. Got any bacon?
Janet. No, but I can cook a slice in a minute.