CHARLEY. [viciously.] Just you wait till you’re two years older, my boy.
FOSTER. You see it isn’t as if you had any prospects in the Colonies. Has Mr. Tennant?
CHARLEY. He’s got an introduction to a firm.
MASSEY. What’s the good of that?
LILY. [tearfully.] Perhaps I could go with Charlie. I’m quite willing to—rough it a little.
MAGGIE. You’d help him more by staying here.
MRS. M. He doesn’t want her. He said so.
LILY. [still tearfully.] If Charley really means it—I think—I—
MRS. M. My dear, don’t think anything about it. It’s worrying you and making you ill—you want nursing, not frightening. [This with a glare of indignation at CHARLEY.]
LILY. I’m all right.