MRS. M. Have you got another lodger?
LILY. No. We—we’ve got to have two.
MRS. M. Two? What for?
MAGGIE stops to listen.
LILY. They’ve reduced Charley’s salary.
MRS. M. [sitting up energetically.] Reduced it? What for?
LILY. I don’t know—I . . . oh, I’m so miserable. [She suddenly covers her face with her hands and sobs.]
MAGGIE. [stooping over her.] Lil, dear, you’re not crying over that, are you?
LILY. [sobbing.] Oh, no, no! It doesn’t matter. We can make room for two lodgers quite well. I don’t mind the work.
MAGGIE. Then what is it?