[Without any anger in his voice.] Come on, my girl, don’t shirk the rest of it.
[She looks up and sees the mess of spilt tea on the floor. She gets up slowly, keeping her face away from him, and picks up the broom. She sweeps up. When she has finished she puts the broom in the corner. He watches her all the time. Then she takes up her hat and coat and starts to put them on.]
Taylor.
What are you doing?
Norah.
I’ve done what you made me do. Now I’m going.
Taylor.
Where?
Norah.
What do I care so long as I get away?