Norah.
[Quite pleasantly.] I don’t think you’d better tell me to do things.
Taylor.
Then I ask you. You ain’t going to refuse the first favour I’ve asked you?
Norah.
[With a pretty smile.] Of course not. [She sits down.] There.
Taylor.
Now pour out my tea for me, will you? [He watches her do it.] It is rum seeing my wife sitting down at my table and pouring out tea for me.
Norah.