CHINN Yes. He hasn't gone out again, has he?
JAWBONES I'll 'ave it. Get 'im another. Guess 'e won't be back
for 'alf an hour.
MRS. CHINN He's nasty when his food ain't ready.
JAWBONES [He takes the tray from her.] Not your fault. Tell 'im
I took it from you by brute force.
MRS. CHINN [She acquiesces with her usual even absence of all
emotion.]
JAWBONES You needn't stop. Miss Rose Merton will do the waiting.
GINGER [Starts, then begins to collect her etceteras.]
MRS. CHINN Perhaps there'll be time to cook him another.
[She goes out.]
JAWBONES Take off that cover.
GINGER [She starts on a bolt for the door.]
JAWBONES [He is quite prepared. In an instant he is in front of
her.] No, yer don't.
[A pause.]
Take off that cover.
GINGER [She still hesitates.]
JAWBONES If yer don't do what I tell yer, I'll 'ide yer. I'm in
the mood.
GINGER [She takes off the cover.]
JAWBONES [He seats himself and falls to.] Now pour me out a cup
of tea.
GINGER [Is pouring it out.
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