MRS. MUNNING. Well, you should have come this morning. Leaving me all to do.
SALLY. Mother didn't know you were in a hurry.
MRS. MUNNING. She ought to, then. I told her. I told her that when Miss Cavender came this afternoon I wanted her to take you for a regular maid. And don't you forget it neither, Sally, and go giving it away you're not always here.
SALLY. Suppose she asks me, Mrs. Munning?
MRS. MUNNING. If you'll shape properly, she'll never think but what you're regular. That's what I wanted you early for. To run you round and show you the ways of the house.
SALLY. Eh, but I don't need showing. Didn't I spring-clean for you last year? I'll manage easy.
MRS. MUNNING. You'll have to now. And don't come asking me where things are kept, not when Miss Cavender can hear you ask.
SALLY. Oh, don't you worry, Mrs. Munning. If any one gives it away to Miss Cavender that I've not been here for years and years, it'll not be me. Find my way about a strange house blindfold, I can. It's a natural gift.
(Paul Munning enters, a man of thirty, well-built, but with meanness stamped upon an otherwise not unattractive face. He wears light clothes with a grey bowler hat, and a buttonhole.)
SALLY. Here's Mr. Paul. Good-afternoon, sir.