Mavis made no reply.
"Would you like a glass of stout?" asked Mrs Gowler.
"No, thank you."
"I'm going to open another bottle an' thought you'd join, jes' friendly like, as you might say. What with the work an' the 'eat of the kitchen, I tell yer, I can do with it."
"I'm tired of sitting in this horrible passage. I wish you would show me to my room."
"Wait till it's ready," retorted Mrs Gowler, angry at her hospitality being refused.
"It ought to be ready. What else did I arrange to come for?"
"You can go up if you like, but Mrs May is bathing her baby, an' there's no room to move."
"Does—does that mean that you haven't given me a room to myself?" cried Mavis.
"Wot more d'ye expect for wot you're payin'?"