Belle (gazing nervously Left). Yes, but I mustn't talk. (She clutches chair.)
Jack (springs up). My God, you're done up. Sit down.
Belle (in terror). No, no, no! He'll hear you! He'd not keep me if he thought I was sick.
Jack. Damn his soul! Have you no one to take care of you?
Belle. I have a sister, sir. But she can't earn enough for two. Please let me be.
Jack. Poor little girl!
Belle. I'll be all right. It's near closing time. I'm tired—that's all.
Jack. What time do you come on?
Belle. At ten o'clock, sir.
Jack. What, in the morning?