Gunning.
[Favours him with a slow stare.] What’s the matter, old man?
Parbury.
Nothing in the world. Why?
Gunning.
Oh, it doesn’t matter. But I think the change will do you good. [Slight pause.] By the way, would to-morrow afternoon suit you for a start?
Parbury.
[Standing with his back to the fireplace, looking up at the ceiling.] I’m not going, old man.
Gunning.