CRICHTON. No.
TWEENY (firm at last). Then neither ain’t I.
AGATHA. YOU must.
TWEENY. Leave him! Not me.
LADY MARY. Girl, don’t be silly. Crichton will be—considered in your wages.
TWEENY. I ain’t going.
CRICHTON. I feared this, my lady.
TWEENY. Nothing’ll budge me.
LADY MARY. Leave the room.
(CRICHTON shows TWEENY out with marked politeness.)