DORA: Oh, yes, it is…. Oh….
MRS. BRAMSON: You can leave, that's all. You can leave.
Appalled, DORA drops the tray and breaks the saucer.
That settles it. Now you'll have to leave.
DORA (with a cry): Oh, please I … (Kneeling, and collecting broken china) Oh, ma'am—I'm not meself, you see…. (Snivelling) I'm in a terrible trouble….
MRS. BRAMSON: Have you been stealing?
DORA (shocked): Oh, no!
OLIVIA (after a pause): Are you going to have a baby?
After a pause, DORA nods.
DORA (putting the china in her apron): The idea of me stealing…. I do go to Sunday school, anyways….