Taylor.
Sure. Now have some yourself, my girl. You’ll soon get used to drinking it without milk. And I guess you’ll be able to get some to-morrow from Mrs. Sharp.
[Norah pours herself out some tea.]
Taylor.
I had a sort of a feeling I wanted you and me to have the first meal together in your new home. Just take a bit of the bread and butter.
[He passes over to her a slice and, smiling, she cuts a little piece off and eats it.]
Taylor.
We ain’t lost much time, I guess. Why, it’s only yesterday you told me not to call you Norah.
Norah.
That was very silly of me. I was in a temper.