Why, bless my life, I'm a lot dirtier than the towel. I don't want another.
MRS. HOLROYD (going into the scullery)
Here you are.
BLACKMORE (softly, now she is near him)
Why did you trouble now? Pride, you know, pride, nothing else.
MRS. HOLROYD (also playful)
It's nothing but decency.
BLACKMORE (softly)
Pride, pride, pride!
[A child of eight suddenly appears in the doorway.