CHAR. How far on the Continong can you go in a fortnight, Lil?
TENNANT. I don’t think you quite understand. It isn’t so much that I want to see things—though that’d be jolly—but I want a change of work.
LILY. [sympathetically.] It is trying to do the same thing over and over again. But then the hours are not so very long, are they?
CHAR. Nine to six, with an hour for lunch and tea thrown in. Count your many blessings, Freddy.
LILY. [reproachfully, and crossing to him.] You know, Charley, we’ve often talked it over, and you’ve said how regular the hours were.
CHAR. So they are.
CHARLEY disappears for a moment into garden, but is now and again to be seen outside the door with a flower-pot or some other thing for the garden.
LILY. And you have the evenings, and they give you Saturday morning at Molesey’s as you get on, don’t they?
TENNANT. Yes, it’s all true, Mrs. Wilson—but I can’t stand it. Anybody can have the job.