O'Dwyer.
No?
Tom.
Why, you are meeting her this morning for the first time.
O'Dwyer.
That's true enough. [Approaching the lady and handing her the part.] Miss Brewster.
The Lady.
Much obliged.
O'Dwyer.
[Quietly to her.] It 'll fit ye like a glove, darlin'. [The lady sits, conning her part. O'Dwyer returns to the table.]