Mrs Plant. To eat? What would you like brought, sir?
Kirstin. Oh, I don't mind what it is.
Mrs Plant [still addressing Merton]. I could bring some tea and bread and butter, if that would do.
Merton [to Kirstin]. Wouldn't you like something more solid?
Kirstin. Oh, no, thank you. That will do quite well.
[A pause].
Merton. Perhaps, Kirstin, you'd like to go now with Mrs Plant, and she will show you your room and take you some tea there.
Kirstin [surprised and embarrassed]. Yes—if you'd like me to go now. [She stretches out her hand towards the bundle].
Merton. It's rather a risk to leave that about. Hadn't Mrs Plant better lock it up in the safe? [He is about to hand it to Mrs Plant].
Kirstin [snatching it hastily]. No, no—I'll keep it for the night, thank you.