Mrs. Toov. (reluctantly). Oh, indeed it was an acc——I will not give you my name. Yes, yes, I will; anything to get out of this horrible place. (The young man produces a pencil, and pulls down his left shirt cuff.) Mrs.—Too—no, I don't mean Too—Tomkinson Jones—The—the Laburnums—U—upper Tooting. There, now are you satisfied?
The Young Man (recording it). Thank you, that's all I require. You'll hear from me later on. Good evening!
Mrs. Toov. (as she crawls down the staircase). I have only just saved myself by a—a fib! And I haven't even found Pa out. But I will. I'll go straight home and sit up for him!
End of Scene XI.
