[Joe hands his cup for more tea.]
Joe. 'Cause you snap me up so.
Kezia. There you are again, tryin' to pick a quarrel.
[Joe pulls his chair away from the table and drags it nearer the grate. He takes his pipe from his pocket and blows into it.]
Kezia. Now, Joe, you know I cain't abide that 'baccy smell: it gives me a headache.
Joe. It gives me a headache to do without 'baccy.
[Joe polishes his pipe-bowl on his sleeve, puts the stem in his mouth, and takes out some shag. Kezia watches him as she removes the tea-things. Joe watches her out of the corner of his eye as he slowly fills his pipe.]
Kezia. I'm fair wore out.
[Joe gets up, puts his pipe on the mantelpiece and his knife and shag in his pocket, and advances towards Kezia. He puts his hands on her shoulders and looks in her eyes.]
Joe. Kiss us, old girl!