Liza (_with conviction_). No. That's what keeps striking me. It don't seem same fun in the 'ouse. (_Teddy approaches her again with resolution._) Here's mother! (_Teddy retreats. Enter Polly, with the beer jug, which she puts on the table._) Polly. 'Ere it is. Why, Liza, where's yer wits bin wool-gatherin'? Yer've put no glasses out._) (_Liza hurriedly puts two glasses from dresser on table. Garn, yer've no need to colour up like that if yer did forget 'em. I'm not so old myself I've forgot my courtin' days. There ain't nothink surprisin' if yer did forget when yer lover's with yer. Well, sit yer down, Mr. Dawson. Teddy (_sitting quite confidently now_). Thank yer. Polly (_drawing up a chair for herself, facing him_) Yer'd best go to bed, Liza; yer've bin sent there twice ternight. Don't stare like that. Me an' Mr. Dawson's got to get acquaint an' I reckon I'm old enough, to do without 'avin' yer for a chaperone. Liza (_reluctantly_). All right. Good-noight, mother. Polly (_mimicking_). Good-noight, mother! Is that all yer've got ter say? Liza. Yus. As far as I know. Polly. Well, if yer keep yer mouth shut the likes o' that when yer wed, Teddy 'ull be in clover. Wot? Oh, I see. Took yer charnce with 'im while I got beer, did yer? Righto. Sling yer 'ook. (_Liza goes out l. under protest._) Now then, Mr. Dawson, we can be comfortable. Teddy. 'Ere, where's Mr. Bettesworth? Polly (_assuming during the ensuing scene an air of rollicking camaraderie_). 'E's all right. Out lookin' for somebody, only 'e ain't lookin' in right place. Don't yer worry abart 'im. Now, yer'll ave a bit of bacon? Teddy (_reassured again_). I don't mind if I do. Polly (_cutting and handing_). Righto. Bread's on yer side. (_Polly helps herself to bacon and accepts a slice of bread from Teddy. They eat without forks, using bread instead and show no objection to putting knives in their mouths._) Polly (_sarcastically_). I didn't know yer was teetotal. Teddy. I ain't. Polly. Well, beer was brewed for drinkin', (_Teddy pours himself a glass and drinks modestly._) Teddy (_replacing glass_). Ah! Polly. Sup it up. I like a man that can take 'is liquor. Yer drink as if it feared yer. (_Teddy empties his glass._) That's better. (_She passes her glass, he fills it and his own._) Now, Mr. Dawson, don't stint yerself. There ain't nothink like courtin' fur givin' an appetite. Yer ain't got much to say for yerself. I dunno. Young men don't seem so brisk at their courtin' as they was when I were a girl. Teddy (_nettled_). I don't think I'm pertiklar slow. Polly. Well, I'll give yer an instance. That gas. It were lighted the moment I left room. I saw gleam of it under door. My old man 'ud never 'ave lit it like that when 'im and me courted. I give yer a fair chance, an all. Yer don't fancy I allays take that long to pick up a jug o' beer, do yer? Teddy. Yus, well that 'ud go down all right with some girls, but it ain't right way with Liza.