MRS. MEGAN. [Who has lost her hoarseness.] It's not like my picture that I had on the pier.
WELLWYN. No-it wouldn't be.
MRS. MEGAN. [Timidly.] If I had an 'at on, I'd look better.
WELLWYN. With feathers?
MRS. MEGAN. Yes.
WELLWYN. Well, you can't! I don't like hats, and I don't like feathers.
[MRS. MEGAN timidly tugs his sleeve. TIMSON, screened as he thinks by the picture, has drawn from his bulky pocket a bottle and is taking a stealthy swig.]
WELLWYN. [To MRS. MEGAN, affecting not to notice.] How much do I owe you?
MRS. MEGAN. [A little surprised.] You paid me for to-day-all 'cept a penny.
WELLWYN. Well! Here it is. [He gives her a coin.] Go and get your feet on!