PERCY. Foster’s given me Beckett’s job.
CHARLEY. And Beckett?
PERCY. Well, he’s got the sack, you know. It’s a bit rough on him, but I couldn’t help it, could I?
CHARLEY. I suppose you’re doing it cheaper?
PERCY. That’s about the line. I’m awfully sorry for Beckett. He’s not young, and it’s awfully hard to get anything when you’re middle-aged.
CHARLEY. So I believe. Well, anyhow, you’re in luck—aren’t you?
PERCY. Yes, it’s sooner than I thought.
They sit in silence.
TENNANT re-enters, and goes into inner room.
I say, Charley, what did you start on?