"I know! If there ever was a self-indulgent person, it's you! What's got into you this evening, Teresa? You talk a little bit like Mrs. Perry—and you're not a bit like her"
"I should hope not," said Teresa with contempt.
She drew her hand away from Basil, in sudden irritation.
"How nasty of you to say that! Go away, and leave me alone, will you?"
"Oh, don't be cross, dearest, I didn't mean"
Teresa crossed her hands under her head and closed her eyes wearily. After a moment Basil got up and touched the bell. Its sharp trill could be heard distinctly from the region of the kitchen.
"What do you want? It's Mary's night out."
"I want some whisky and water. It seems to me it's always Mary's night out. Does she stay out all night?"
"I think she does. She has a key."
"I suppose she goes on a bat, then."
"Very likely. Why shouldn't she, poor thing, messing over horrid pots and pans all the week. I hope she does. She works hard enough for it—and she supports her family out of us, most admirably."
"She does—on her wages?"
"Yes—and incidentals."
