What's that? What d'you want to have a look at?
PAULINE
If I could ha' walked I'd ha' been here long ago. I want to see now what
I come to see!
MRS. JOHN, whose almost creeping courtesies have been uttered with lips aquiver with fear, pales ominously and keeps silent. She goes to the kitchen cabinet, wrenches the coffee handmill out and pours beans into it. She sits down, squeezes the mill between her knees, grasps the handle, and stares with a consuming expression of nameless hatred over at PAULINE.
MRS. JOHN
Eh? Oh, yes! What d'you want to see? What d'you want to see now all of a sudden? That what you wanted to throttle with them two hands o' yours, eh?
PAULINE
Me?
MRS. JOHN
D'you want to lie about it? I'll go and give notice about you!