Hooker: Yes.
Jemima: The gas company’s going to cut off the gas to-morrow, unless—Joseph, couldn’t we pay something on account?
Bloggs: I’ll see what I can do.
Hooker: Life’s very hard.
Jemima: Yes. (She begins to lay the table with enamel cups and saucers.) You’ll stay for tea, Mr. Hooker?
Hooker (drearily): Yes. I suppose so. (They wait in silent misery for the kettle to boil.)
The Curtain Falls.
Hooker: Life’s very hard.