Marsh.
I heard her, Gertie.
Gertie.
She said she was sorry as if she was doing me a favour.
Norah.
You don’t expect me to go down on my knees to you? The cup’s worth twopence.
Gertie.
It isn’t the value I’m thinking about, it’s the carelessness.
Norah.
It’s only the third thing I’ve broken since I’ve been here.