LOMAX (crossing to l.). Good morning, sir.
(Exit Lomax, l. Mrs. Wilcock sits on the edge of the chair.)
MRS. WIL. (Anxiously) Do you think as A'm doing the reeght thing, Mr. Bunting, sir?
CHARLIE (Standing by her r.). Oh, yes, quite right, Mrs. Wilcock.
MRS. WIL. (volubly). They all told me A mun coom an' see the master. A weren't sure if it were proper. But there's not above a two three shilling in th' 'ouse, an' wheer money's to coom from for th' burying A dunno. Six childer to find black for an' all, an' none of 'em old enough to be earning.
CHARLIE (with his back to fire). Don't let that trouble you, Mrs. Wilcock. I'll see to that.
MRS. WIL. It's all coom so sudden. He coom out to his work as cheerful as could be, an' when they browt him whoam to me a steam roller might a'gone o'er 'im.
CHARLIE (shuddering). Yes, yes. I saw him.
MRS. WIL. The neighbours 'as been that good to me you wouldn't believe. One's lent me this cape an' another's loaned me this bonnet. A'd nobbut a skirt masel' as was anyways black. It's not as if we'd been in a buryin' club. Takes us folk all our time to go on livin' when theer's six young mouths to fill an' another comin'.
CHARLIE. Well, you mustn't distress yourself about the funeral, Mrs. Wilcock. I'll make that my business.