LILY. What do you want to do?
CHARLEY. I—I want to go away. [Pause.]
LILY. And leave me?
CHARLEY. [suddenly remembering.] Oh—er—
LILY. It’s just that horrid Mr. Tennant—
CHARLEY. It’s nothing to do with him—at least. . . .
LILY. I said it was. He wants you to go with him—and you want to go—you’re tired of me—
CHARLEY. [going up to her and trying to speak gently but being very irritated—his voice is sharp.] Oh, don’t cry . . . you don’t understand. Look, Lil, supposing I went and you came out afterwards.
LILY. You want to go without me.
CHARLEY. I couldn’t take you, dear, but I would soon send for you; it wouldn’t be long.