Norah.
Considering that she’s rich and you’re poor. She gives you her old clothes. She often doesn’t ask you to have dinner by yourself when she’s giving a party. She doesn’t remind you that you’re dependent unless she’s very much put out. But you—you’ve had thirty years of it. You’ve eaten the bitter bread of slavery till—till it tastes like plum cake.
Miss Pringle.
[Rather hurt.] I don’t know why you say such things to me, Norah.
[Before Norah has time to answer Kate comes in.]
Kate.
Mr. Hornby would like to see you for a minute, Miss.
Norah.
[Surprised.] Now?
Kate.