[Smiling.] I should like to see a man try.
Miss Pringle.
How much d’you think she’s left you?
Norah.
Well, of course, I don’t know; the will is going to be read this afternoon when they come back from the funeral, but from what she said I believe about two hundred and fifty a year.
Miss Pringle.
It’s the least she could do. She’s had the ten best years of your life.
Norah.
[With a sigh of relief.] I shall never be at anybody’s beck and call again. I shall be able to get up when I like and go to bed when I like, go out when I choose, and come in when I choose.
Miss Pringle.