[Choking.] He's a—he's a—-
Imogen.
He's a hop-merchant.
Tom.
No, he's not—[sitting on the sofa, leaning his head on his hands] he's a stunner.
Imogen.
[Rising] So you grasp the position. Theatre—manageress—author—play, found; and eight hundred pounds wanted!
Tom.
[Rising.] Oh Lord!