MRS. MILER. I've settled the baker, the milk, the washin' an' the groceries—this 'ere's what's left.
She counts down a five-pound note, four sovereigns, and two shillings on to the little table. CLARE folds the letter into an envelope, then takes up the five-pound note and puts it into her dress.
CLARE. [Pointing to the money on the table] Take your wages; and give him this when he comes in. I'm going away.
MRS. MILER. Without him? When'll you be comin' back?
CLARE. [Rising] I shan't be coming back. [Gazing at MRS. MILER'S hands, which are plaiting at her dress] I'm leaving Mr. Malise, and shan't see him again. And the suit against us will be withdrawn—the divorce suit—you understand?
MRS. MILER. [Her face all broken up] I never meant to say anything to yer.
CLARE. It's not you. I can see for myself. Don't make it harder; help me. Get a cab.
MRS. MILER. [Disturbed to the heart] The porter's outside, cleanin' the landin' winder.
CLARE. Tell him to come for my trunk. It is packed. [She goes into the bedroom]
MRS. MILER. [Opening the door-desolately] Come 'ere!