Susan. Yes. You see they owed me so much in wages it was cheaper to just give me the hotel than to pay up in cash.
Miss C. Well, you’re lucky. (Looks about.) It looks like a fine place.
Susan. Best in the country. You get three meals a day here, and at each meal four kinds of meat—ram, lamb, sheep and mutton.
Miss C. But I don’t like mutton.
Susan (firmly). Now don’t tell me what you like or what you don’t like. You like meals, don’t you?
Miss C. Certainly, but——
Susan. Well, that’s what you get here—meals, just plain meals.
Miss C. I don’t think I’ll like it here. When is the next train?
Susan. The next train just left.
(Rubber makes another quiet dive for the bag, but Susan shakes her head and he scrambles back to door R.)