COOK. [Appearing suddenly in the doorway at that very moment] Naw, that was not the reason.
[She grins so that every tooth can be seen.
STUDENT. Get out of here!
COOK. When it suits me! [Pause] Now it does suit me!
[She disappears.
YOUNG LADY. Don't lose your temper! You must practise patience. She is part of the ordeal we have to face in this house. We have a chambermaid, too, after whom we have to put everything back where it belongs.
STUDENT. Now I am sinking! Cor in aethere! Music!
YOUNG LADY. Wait!
STUDENT. Music!
YOUNG LADY. Patience!—This is named the Room of Ordeal.... It is beautiful to look at, but is full of imperfections.