LEONARD. Bravo! That’s better. We’ve been deucedly pinched, you know.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Perhaps it’ll do you good. I don’t mean you, Mary. Who’s that?
[MRS. GREAVES enters with a letter which she gives to LEONARD and retires.]
LEONARD. [Opening the letter.] Hullo! This is from Cochrane.
MRS. TIMBRELL. [Aside to MARY.] I brought you this. [She gives her money.]
MARY. I can’t refuse it now. [She looks over at LEONARD gravely.]
MARY. He never asked about little Leonard.
LEONARD. I say—look here. Cochrane wants me to go there. Just the thing. Just what I want.
MARY. Where?
LEONARD. His place down in Norfolk. Fishing. Of course the fishing’s not much but he’s got some rather good men there. By Jove! I see myself talking again. I mean really talking. Just the thing.