(Enter Sally).
You've been a fine time showing Miss Cavender her room. (Exit Paul.)
SALLY. I've been helping her undo her box, Mrs. Munning.
MRS. MUNNING. Trust you for prying, I suppose. Sally. I didn't look before she asked me. But when I did, I saw some sights. The ironing she'll make. Frills! They're the width of my hand and more.
MRS. MUNNING (angrily). Will you go into the kitchen and get those sandwiches cut?
SALLY. I'm going. (She gets to door, then turns.) But I'll tell you this much, Mrs. Munning, that there'll be a row of eyes on washing day a-watching me hang Miss Cavender's underlinen on the line. This village hasn't seen such sights before.
MRS. MUNNING. You mind your own business in there and don't waste time. I'll ring for tea. (She pushes Sally out, then goes to window.) Can't you find him, Paul? Paul. Not yet. (He is outside window.)
MRS. MUNNING. Best leave it, then. If he's asleep he may sleep on till after tea and then we'll tell him quietly. Paul. What! Zack sleep while there's eating going on? Mrs. Munning. We'll have to chance it, Paul. I want you here when she comes down wherever Zack may be. You didn't see her upstairs?
PAUL. No. Dodged her.
MRS. MUNNING. That's right.