[Miss Moon withdraws, with her bowl and towel.
Sophy.
[To Pollitt.] Did you catch what she said? Oh, it doesn't matter if you did; you know we are all working for you, like niggers.
Pollitt.
[Tenderly.] Ah!
Sophy.
Not a customer leaves my place without having heard your name mentioned. My girls are regular bricks.
Pollitt.
[Approaching her.] And what are you?
Sophy.