LILY. And then we’ll have a servant.
CHARLEY. Perhaps I shall never be head clerk.
LILY. Oh, yes, you will!
CHARLEY. I don’t know that I’m excited at the idea—a sort of policeman over the other chaps. I’d rather be as I am.
LILY. But think of the position—and the money!
CHARLEY nods gloomily—he walks to garden door.
Where’s your ambition, dear?
CHARLEY. Perfectly safe. No fear of that getting lost. The man who built that road [pointing out of the window] ought to be hanged.
LILY. They’re not very pretty, those houses. Mrs. Freeman told me this morning that they’re going to raise our rents a little.
CHARLEY. [turning round sharply.] What? That’s because they’ve brought the fares down. Just like ’em.