PAUL. There's money and they'll keep it to themselves.
MRS. MUNNING. I'm not the one to go expecting much, but you never know, and it 'ud be no more than sisterly of Annie to remember me in her will.
PAUL. Oh well, she's coming and we're in for it. How long before we see the back of her?
MRS. MUNNING. The doctor told her mother it'll take a month to put her right.
PAUL. A month! A month! Good Lord! There's Sally at six shillings a week wages, that's one pound four, and as much again for keep, is two pounds eight, and Virginia an invalid 'll cost——
MRS. MUNNING. She's not an invalid. She's just run down.
PAUL. I know, and the Lord knows what it'll cost in fancy goods to wind her up. You'll see no change from five pounds for this affair.
MRS. MUNNING. I say it's worth it.
PAUL. And I hope you're right.
MRS. MUNNING. We'll see. You'd better change your clothes now, Paul.