PERCY. What about?
CHARLEY. You’re too young to marry.
PERCY. I’m twenty-three. So were you when you married.
CHARLEY. I was too young.
PERCY. Do you mean. . . .
CHARLEY. [impatiently.] Oh, don’t look so scandalised. No, I’m not tired of Lily. It’s not that at all—but, are you satisfied to be a clerk all your life?
PERCY. I say, Tennant’s upset you. Of course I’m satisfied to be a clerk.
CHARLEY. But are you?
PERCY. [impatiently.] Don’t I say so?