She goes through curtains.
CHARLEY. Oh, it’s nothing—a sort of family sing-song.
FENWICK. Miss Massey would have me come in—but really I’d rather come some other—
CHARLEY. Stuff! Sit down. I’ll pull the curtains if it’s anything special you’ve come about. I thought it was perhaps over those geranium cuttings. Afterwards, if you feel like it, we’ll go and join them. [Draws curtains and turns up light.] Freddy Tennant—you know him, don’t you—he’s going to seek his fortune in the Colonies.
FEN. Is he?
CHARLEY. Yes, and we’ll drink his health. What’s up?
FEN. I didn’t see you at the train to-day.
CHARLEY. No, you were late. I came on with Malcolm.
FEN. The chief sent for me.
CHARLEY. Wasn’t a rise, I suppose?