Ginger. (She takes off the cover.)
Jawbones. (He seats himself and falls to.) Now pour me out a cup of tea.
Ginger. (Is pouring it out.)
Jawbones. Know why yer doing it?
Ginger. (With shrill indignation.) Yus. Becos yer got me ’ere alone, yer beast, with only that cracked image of a Mrs. Chinn—
Jawbones. That’ll do.
Ginger. (It is sufficient. She stops.)
Jawbones. None of your insults agen a lady as I ’olds in ’igh respect. The rest of it is all right. Becos I’ve got yer ’ere alone. You wimmin, you think it’s going to pay you to chuck law and order. You’re out for a fight, are yer?
Ginger. Yus, and we’re going to win. Brute force ’as ’ad its d’y. It’s brains wot are going to rule the world. And we’ve got ’em.
(She has become quite oratorical.)