Hank [completely abashed]. Yes, ma'am. Your room is just at the top of the landin'. I'll make ye a light. [He hustles away upstairs to cover his embarrassment, taking the suitcases with him.]
Lon [irritably]. You're always tryin' to belittle me in public. Is that any way fer a wife to act? I wanta know.
Padie. What do you always lie so fer?
Lon [with rising voice]. That's my business. I'll do as I damn please. And don't you go too fer, crossin' me. I won't stand it. Some day I'll up, an—
Padie [contemptuously]. Beat me. That's all that's left to you, wife-beater.
[Lon raises his hand as though to strike her, but lets it fall as Hank reappears on the landing.]
Hank. Excuse me, m'am. Have you your own towels by you? Ourn is pretty scaly. It's been so long since we've had in women folks, at least, ladies.
Padie [moving toward the stair]. Thanks, we have some.
[Lon to Padie as Hank, hidden from audience, descends.]
Lon. You might as well be decent, Padie. You ain't got none other but me.