Chris. I reckon it is my business to know what she’s been up to.
Mrs. H. Don’t you forget it. And don’t let her forget it either. If you do, I promise you I won’t.
Chris. All right. Where’s that post-card?
Mrs. H. Little good taking heed of that.
(Christopher rises and gets a picture post-card from the dresser.)
Chris. (Reading.) She’ll be home before late on Monday. Lovely weather. (Looking at the picture.) North Pier, Blackpool. Very like, too.
Mrs. H. (Suddenly.) Let’s have a look. When was it posted?
Chris. It’s dated Sunday.
Mrs. H. That’s nowt to go by. Any one can put the wrong date. What’s the postmark? (She scrutinizes it.) “August 5th, summat P.M.” I can’t make out the time.
Chris. August 5th. That was yesterday all right. There’d only be one post on Sunday.