FEN. Do I look like it? It’s the other thing.
CHARLEY. Docking?
FEN. [nodding first and then speaking slowly.] He said he’d sent for me as senior of my department. The company has had a bad year and they can’t give the usual rises.
CHARLEY. None?
FEN. None. Haven’t you had a letter?
CHARLEY. No. I say, have I got the sack?
FEN. No, you haven’t. But they’re offering you the same alternative they offered me—stay on at less—or go.
CHARLEY. [walking up and down.] What are you going to do?
FEN. What can I do? Stay, of course—what else is there?
CHARLEY. Sit down under it?