Polly (drawing up a chair for herself, facing him) Yer'd best go to bed, Liza; yer've bin sent there twice ternight. Don't stare like that. Me an' Mr. Dawson's got to get acquaint an' I reckon I'm old enough, to do without 'avin' yer for a chaperone.
Liza (reluctantly). All right. Good-noight, mother.
Polly (mimicking). Good-noight, mother! Is that all yer've got ter say?
Liza. Yus. As far as I know.
Polly. Well, if yer keep yer mouth shut the likes o' that when yer wed, Teddy 'ull be in clover. Wot? Oh, I see. Took yer charnce with 'im while I got beer, did yer? Righto. Sling yer 'ook. (Liza goes out l. under protest.) Now then, Mr. Dawson, we can be comfortable.
Teddy. 'Ere, where's Mr. Bettesworth?
Polly (assuming during the ensuing scene an air of rollicking camaraderie). 'E's all right. Out lookin' for somebody, only 'e ain't lookin' in right place. Don't yer worry abart 'im. Now, yer'll ave a bit of bacon?
Teddy (reassured again). I don't mind if I do.
Polly (cutting and handing). Righto. Bread's on yer side. (Polly helps herself to bacon and accepts a slice of bread from Teddy. They eat without forks, using bread instead and show no objection to putting knives in their mouths.)
Polly (sarcastically). I didn't know yer was teetotal.