Roper.
Looking at his watch. It’s only half-past four. Take a turn round the Square. I’ve some business to talk over with the old lady.
Farncombe.
Nodding to Roper and then coming forward and addressing Mrs. Upjohn. I—er—I think I’ll go for a little walk and come back later on, if I may.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Contentedly. Oh, jest as you like.
Farncombe.
Moving towards the door. In about a quarter-of-an-hour.
Mrs. Upjohn.
If we don’t see you again, I’ll tell Lil you’ve been ’ere.