MRS. TIMBRELL. Does he ask Mary?
LEONARD. Mary! Well, no. But there’s no nonsense of that kind about Mary.
MARY. I’ve got little Leonard.
LEONARD. [Glancing at her.] By-the-bye, what did that chap say about little Leonard?
MARY. He’s coming in again. He wasn’t very sure.
LEONARD. Then you may be sure there’s nothing the matter. Good. Things are looking better. [To his mother.] Do you think the Governor would let me have twenty pounds? Is he far enough round for that?
MRS. TIMBRELL. You’d soon have him back again if you tried.
LEONARD. It’s awkward. I must get some things. And I’ve no fishing rod. I might say I’d lost it on the way down. I must lose a bag, if necessary, and borrow. Rather thin, though. Did Edgar leave his rod at home? Could you manage ten pounds? What did you give Mary?
MRS. TIMBRELL. Is there any hope for him, Mary?