MRS. MUNNING. Paul doesn't count it trouble to do things for you.
VIRGINIA. So he's told me.
MRS. MUNNING. Well, truth's truth, and I'm not bound to hide it. He's missed his proper bedtime every night with seeking roses here to suit him. They've got to be so fine and large before they'll do for Paul.
(Sally enters with a vase of very faded roses in her hand.)
SALLY. Do you want these leaving in your room any longer, Miss Virginia? They're that faded and done they'll stink the place out soon.
VIRGINIA. I think they might be thrown away now, Sally.
SALLY. I'd think so, too. Been there a week if it's a minute. Some one used to change them every day, but they've seemingly got tired of the job.
VIRGINIA. Yes. Put them away, please.
(Sally nods and goes out.)
MRS. MUNNING (making the best of it). I didn't know he'd given it up here altogether.