Teddy. Turn un low if yer feared o' the light.
Liza. Mother might catch us.
Teddy. That don't signify. She arsked me in an' told me to do my courtin' proper. I don't call it proper courtin' for yer to go to yer bed without a kiss on yer lips fur company.
Liza. I must get used to it fust. (Teddy is turning gas down.) Yer leave that gas be. I'll scream out. (Teddy turns gas up.)
Teddy. Look 'ere, Liza, yer darned stand-offish all at once. Yer weren't above kissin' me in street.
Liza (apologetically). It don't seem same thing in the 'ouse no 'ow, Teddy.
Teddy. We wouldn't live in street if we were wed.
Liza (with conviction). No. That's what keeps striking me. It don't seem same fun in the 'ouse. (Teddy approaches her again with resolution.) Here's mother! (Teddy retreats. Enter Polly, with the beer jug, which she puts on the table.)
Polly. 'Ere it is. Why, Liza, where's yer wits bin wool-gatherin'? Yer've put no glasses out.) (Liza hurriedly puts two glasses from dresser on table. Garn, yer've no need to colour up like that if yer did forget 'em. I'm not so old myself I've forgot my courtin' days. There ain't nothink surprisin' if yer did forget when yer lover's with yer. Well, sit yer down, Mr. Dawson.
Teddy (sitting quite confidently now). Thank yer.