Teddy. No. Damned if yer will. Yer shovin' 'er 'at me a sight too last. I'm thinkin' there's somethin' wrong with 'er or yer'd not be so humble abart it. Yer bally well beggin' me to 'ave 'er. I'm 'avin' none of yer bad bargains, with tongues an' tempers an' no good at cookin', thank yer. Yer can't fool me Mrs. Bettesworth.
Polly. I'm sorry yer doubts me. Then we mustn't expect yer round never no more?
Teddy. No. I've seen through yer this time.
Polly. It's very 'ard, very 'ard it is. Wot must I tell Liza?
Teddy. It's nothin' to me wot yer tells 'er. I'm goin' 'ome. (As he reaches the centre door, Andrew opens it and enters.)
Andrew (drawing hack in amazement). Well, blime! (Liza steps into the room. Teddy looks at the l. door as if to escape that way, but sees her. Polly moves to Andrew.)
Polly. Let 'im go, Andrew. 'E ain't worth wastin' leather on 'im. 'E won't ever come 'ere no more.
Andrew'. 'E'll get 'isself done in if 'e does. Clear out. (Teddy loses no time. Andrew closes door. Liza goes to Polly.)
Liza. Mother, do yer really want ter get shut of me?
Polly. Oh, bin listenin' at key-'ole 'ave yer? Well, listeners don't 'ear no good o' themselves.