Forty-four pounds to the bushel. And so, directly we’ve fought our way—oh my, it will be a fight, too!—directly we’ve fought our way through the Season in London, we’ll be off to Locheen——
Fraser.
The Season—here——!
Theophila.
Yes.
Fraser.
Theophila, there will be no Season for us in London, and no Locheen even for me, for two or three years at least. [Rising] We’re going abroad——
Theophila.
Abroad——!
Fraser.