LUCIA
You—you—you—!
PAULA
No more of this Christian monkey-business! Into the street you go, where you came from!
LUCIA
Do you dare—!
PAULA
Yes, the street. I saw you myself. I saw you haranguing those loafers, and singing songs, and passing a soup-plate for coppers.
LUCIA
[Leaping from bed] I refuse to allow you to say that. I was preaching the Word. I was seeking souls.