CHAR. It’s the spring, Freddy. That’s the matter with you.
LILY. I do hope you won’t be sorry for it. It would be so dreadful if you failed, after giving up such a good situation. Of course we are very sorry to lose you, Mr. Tennant—you have been so kind.
TENNANT. [hastily and with much embarrassment.] Oh, please don’t.
LILY. And we have always got on so very well together. I’m sure it will be very difficult to get anyone to suit us so well again. But you won’t forget us and if we have your address, we can write sometimes—
CHAR. And if anything striking occurs, I’ll send a cable. The novelty will be worth it. [Coming just inside the door with the spade in his hand.] For the rest, I’ll describe one day and you can tick it off for the whole lot of the others. Rise at 7, breakfast; catch the 8.30, City—
The door-bell is heard.
Who on earth—!
He goes into the garden.
LILY. Maggie, I expect.
She goes out.