LEONARD. Wait a moment. This is getting serious. I’ll write to my mother again. I’ll ask her to come. It’s absurd. He thinks he’s teaching me a lesson. I suppose he is. Mary, do you remember exactly what he said that day—I mean about the three hundred pounds? The old man’s very particular about keeping his word. That sort of people always are.
MARY. Aren’t you?
LEONARD. Shall I explain to you what a promise is?
MARY. I know.
LEONARD. Ah! Yes. It would spoil you to understand these things; and I’m losing all my lightness of touch. I was rather stupid just now with Mrs. Greaves. I didn’t handle it well.
MARY. You must go to your father and tell him how we are. It’s different now I’m frightened about little Leonard. I’ll go if you don’t. I can get milk. I don’t want to do it but if I must I will.
LEONARD. Milk!
MARY. You heard her say that Mr. Whales wouldn’t let us have any more. George Truefit will let me have some.
LEONARD. George Truefit?
MARY. Yes, I shall be ashamed to go to him but I’ll do it.