Cray. Well, I've got here. (he stands leaning against the door)
Car. So I see.
Cray. There's a beast of a dog somewhere on the premises, ain't there?
Car. Yes, but he's chained up, and he's rather particular about his food; you needn't be nervous. (Crayll slams door and crosses C.)
Cray. (looking round kitchen) And these are your quarters, are they? You've brought your pigs to a nice market. (she is silent) Well?
Car. Well?
Cray. Why don't you speak?
Car. I was waiting for you to begin.
Cray. Don't you feel the damned degradation of your position?
Car. No. You seem to forget I was your wife for nearly ten years.