(Paul comes from window and enters by door. Mrs. Munning closes window, and then arranges table again, fussily.)
PAUL (grumbling). Tea in here.
MRS. MUNNING. Why, of course.
(Paul sits sulkily in arm-chair, legs outstretched, hands in pocket.)
PAUL. It's a sight more comfortable in the kitchen. This is a foul upset of all our ways.
MRS. MUNNING. Wait till you see Virginia.
PAUL. I don't need seeing her. I carried up her traps and that's enough to tell me all I want to know.
MRS. MUNNING. A girl must have clothes, Paul.
PAUL. I'd rather carry them than pay for them, that's true. A dressed-up, peeked and pampered town girl with a head full of fancies and——
MRS. MUNNING. I'm sure she isn't peeked.