Not very.
Norah.
You wanted someone to cook and bake for you, wash, sweep, and mend. I offered to come and do all that. It never struck me for an instant that there was any possibility of your expecting anything else of me.
Taylor.
Then you’re a damned fool, my girl.
Norah.
[Firing up.] D’you mind not saying things like that to me?
Taylor.
[Good-humouredly.] I guess I shall have to say a good many things like that before we’ve done.
Norah.