MARY. Baby’s not very well as I told you, mother, and he’s just off for the doctor. [To LEONARD.] Will you go?
LEONARD. Yes, certainly.
BROOME. Is he coming back?
LEONARD. Good, Mr. Broome, good. You read my thoughts.
BROOME. What?
LEONARD. I was just wondering whether I was coming back. How soon, I mean.
BROOME. Well, it’d only be polite—and you’ve nothing to do, it seems? You’re out of a job too?
MARY. Are you, father?
MRS. BROOME. [Bitterly.] Ay, they’ve chucked him at last.
MARY. When?