MRS. GREAVES. I’ll tell him, sir.
LEONARD. Very well. You may go, Mrs. Greaves.
MARY. Solicitors like to be paid, too.
MRS. GREAVES. [Turning at the door.] And what about my bill, sir?
LEONARD. It shall be attended to.
MRS. GREAVES. I’ve heard that very often.
LEONARD. It is a bit stale, isn’t it? I apologise for the old wheeze. Well, you see, there’s the perambulator first.
MRS. GREAVES. The what, sir?
LEONARD. The first money we get is for a perambulator—no. The first is for a pint or a peck, or whatever it is, of what’s-his-name’s food for the baby. Second, the perambulator. You’re only third, Mrs. Greaves. Rather a bad third, but your turn will come.
MARY. It’s not fair to her. She ought to be paid.