Susan monologue (Act 3) — If Only etc.

Was that the bell again? It is not the sort of place I am used to, this--where the master's afraid to see half the people who calls for him. I only hopes my wages is right. They was precious particular about _my_ references when they took me. Was I sober, honest and industrious, and the Lord knows what? Wish I'd been equal particular about theirs. The master ain't remarkably industrious, that I do know, for he often don't paint nothing for a week at a time; and he frequently ain't sober. Whether or not he is honest I shall find out at the end of my month. (_Bell rings again_.) It _was_ the bell--I'd better go and see who it is.