Her Friend. Isn't your friend manager of the Great Southern?
Lady Traveller (sharply). He has a great deal to do with all these railways now. (To Porter, hopefully, but not very confidently) That will be all right.
Porter. Very sorry, mum. It can't be done.
Lady Traveller. My friend the manager would be very much annoyed at my being stopped like this. Only four pounds, too. Why, it's nothing.
[Porter removes his cap again on account of further irritation.
Lady Traveller (to her Friend). I don't know what I'm to do. (To Porter) What am I to do?
Porter (deliberately). You must open it and take somethink out.
Lady Traveller. I can't open it here.
Porter (ignoring this). Somethink weighing a bit over four pounds.
Lady Traveller. But I can't do it here.