TENNANT. I’m just going round to Carter’s. Anything you want? [Pause.] I suppose Leslie had something to say about me?
CHAR. He doesn’t want to come with you.
TENNANT laughs.
You don’t seem to know much about it, but I suppose you’ve fixed on a town. Sydney?
TENNANT. No, Brisbane. [Pulling out a map.] The chap I know is cattle raising. Look!
He opens the map on the table: they both lean over it, CHARLEY’S burnt-out pipe still in his hand.
We’re going to Brisbane, then this way [moving his finger] across Queensland. He knows something at Merivale—here—see—in the Darling district. Then we shall push on to Maronoa—that’s the county—we’re going to a tiny place—Terramoa—but of course I mayn’t get anything—
CHAR. [who is practically lying over the map.] Not fruit-farming then? That’s more my line.
TENNANT. No. If ever you thought of that—see—this is a good district—I heard of a man there once—see—this way—Ship to Sydney—Vineyards and all sorts—suit you.