STRANGER (thoughtfully). Well, I don't quite know yet. What do you say to a thousand a year?
LADY PEMBURY. Oh, but what a lot!
STRANGER. You think a thousand a year would be all right. Enough to live on?
LADY PEMBURY. For a bachelor, ample.
STRANGER. For a bachelor.
LADY PEMBURY. There's no one dependent on you?
STRANGER. Not a soul. Only got one relation living.
LADY PEMBURY. Oh?
STRANGER (enjoying a joke of his own). A father. But I shall not be supporting him. Oh no. Far from it.
LADY PEMBURY (a little puzzled by this, though the is not going to show it) Then I think you will be very rich with a thousand a year.