Tom.
[Seizing her hands and swinging her round.] I may be wealthy, sweet Rebecca![Embracing her.] I may be rich and honored!
Mrs. Mossop.
Oh, have done! [Releasing herself.] My lodgers do take such liberties——
Tom.
[At the door, grandly.] Beccy, half a scuttle of coal, to start with.
[He goes out, leaving the door slightly open.]
Mrs. Mossop.
[Knocking at the center door.] Miss Trelawny, my dear! Miss Trelawny!
[The door opens, a few inches.]