LILY. Oh, he shares it with somebody. [Pause.]
TENNANT. How goes the garden?
LILY. It’s rather trying—I should like to give up those peas and things, and have chickens. They would be so useful.
LILY goes out. TENNANT takes a map out of his pocket and stands studying it. CHARLEY and LILY enter together. CHARLEY has made a wonderful change into a loose, rather creased suit of bright brown, flannel shirt with soft collar, flowing tie and old slippers. A pipe is sticking out of one pocket, and a newspaper out of the other. They sit down, and LILY tries not to look worried as CHARLEY laboriously cuts the small joint which she has brought in with her and put before him. He splashes the gravy a little and has to use the sharpener. LILY serves vegetables.
CHAR. I think I shall get one of Robertson’s pups.
LILY. It would be lovely.
CHAR. He’s got one he’ll let me have cheap.
TENNANT. I saw them last night. They’re a good breed. Make fine house-dogs.
CHAR. That’s what you want round here. A quiet neighbourhood like this is A 1 for burglars.