CHARLEY. I’m going soon. Don’t stay up, old chap.
TENNANT. You’ll get over it.
He goes out.
Enter LILY—she pulls down blind and fastens catch of window.
LILY. I’m going up now. Don’t be long. You look so tired.
CHARLEY. [irritably.] Oh, don’t fret about me. I’m a little worried, that’s all.
LILY. [timidly.] Did Mr. Fenwick bring bad news? He looked miserable enough.
CHARLEY. [looking at her steadily.] Yes, I’m not going to have that rise.
LILY. Oh, dear—what a shame! Why?
CHARLEY. Lots of reasons—but that’s all.