Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Early next morning. A pale shaft of sunlight shines down the steps, but candles still burn in the dark corner where OSBORNE and RALEIGH are at breakfast. MASON has put a large plate of bacon before each, and turns to go as TROTTER comes down the steps, whistling gaily and rubbing his hands. Trotter: What a lovely smell of bacon! Mason: Yes, sir. I reckon there's enough smell of bacon in 'ere to last for dinner. Trotter: Well, there's nothing like a good fat bacon rasher when you're as empty as I am. Mason: I'm glad you like it fat, sir. Trotter: Well, I like a bit o' lean, too. Mason: There was a bit of lean in the middle of yours, sir, but it's kind of shrunk up in the cooking. Trotter: Bad cooking, that's all. Any porridge? Mason: Oh, yes, sir. There's porridge. Trotter: Lumpy, I s'pose? Mason: Yes, sir. Quite nice and lumpy. Trotter: Well, take the lumps out o' mine. Mason: And just bring you the gravy, sir? Very good, sir. MASON goes out. TROTTER looks after him suspiciously. Trotter: You know, that man's getting familiar. Osborne: He's not a bad cook. TROTTER has picked up his coffee mug, and is smelling it. Trotter: I say, d'you realise he's washed his dish-cloth? Osborne: I know, I told him about it. Trotter: Did you really? You've got some pluck. 'Ow did you go about it? Osborne: I wrote and asked my wife for a packet of Lux. Then I gave it to Mason and suggested he tried it on something. Trotter: Good man. No, he's not a bad cook. Might be a lot worse. When I was in the ranks we 'ad a prize cook – used to be a plumber before the war. Ought to 'ave seen the stew 'e made. Thin! Thin wasn't the word. Put a bucketful of 'is stew in a bath and pull the plug, and the whole lot would go down in a couple of gurgles. MASON brings TROTTER's porridge. Mason: I've took the lumps out. Trotter: Good. Keep 'em and use 'em for dumplings next time we 'ave boiled beef. Mason: Very good, sir. He goes out. Trotter: Yes. That plumber was a prize cook, 'e was. Lucky for us one day 'e set 'imself on fire making the tea. 'E went 'ome pretty well fried. Did Mason get that pepper? Osborne: Yes. Trotter: Good. Must 'ave pepper. Osborne: I thought you were on duty now. Trotter: I'm supposed to be. Stanhope sent me down to get my breakfast. He's looking after things till I finish. Osborne: He's got a long job then. Trotter: Oh, no. I'm a quick eater. Hi! Mason! Bacon! Mason: [outside] Coming, sir! Osborne: It's a wonderful morning. Trotter: Isn't it lovely? Makes you feel sort of young and 'opeful. I was up in that old trench under the brick wall just now, and damned if a bloomin' little bird didn't start singing! Didn't 'arf sound funny. Sign of spring, I s'pose. MASON arrives with TROTTER's bacon. This passage is quite different in tone and atmosphere from the ending of Act 1. Explore how Sherriff makes this change so dramatically effective.