Mrs. Jupp. Oh! I never interfere with Jupp’s affairs. Jupp must answer for himself.
“The Nook.” Well, then, Mr. Jupp, couldn’t you give me an hour in the early morning before you start at the other houses?
Mr. Jupp. What about my own garden, mum? When am I going to do that?
“The Nook.” Of course I should pay you well for coming then.
Mr. Jupp. What were you thinking of giving, mum?
“The Nook.” Well, I would give you eightpence an hour—that’s four shillings a week. Will you come? Are there no other gardeners here?
Mr. Jupp. No, mum, no one; and even if there was, he wouldn’t be any use. He wouldn’t understand the soil. It’s very curious soil about here.
“The Nook.” Well, will you come?
Mr. Jupp. I’ll let you know, mum. I’ll think about it and let you know. There’s so many after me I have to be careful, mum. But I’ll let you know.
“The Nook.” Can’t you decide now? I’ll give you tenpence an hour.