MAGGIE. I’ll get some. [Goes out.]
MASSEY. It’s all very well for her to chaff, but she ain’t quite natural about this affair of hers. She ought to be more pleased—excited like.
MRS. M. I think they’ve had a little quarrel. People often do. She’s a little bit down about it. We’ve had a talk about it.
MASSEY. Well, she can’t have any quarrel about him himself. He’s all right, and got a jolly soft job, too. He’ll make her a good husband. He’s insured for £500.
MRS. M. Is he? That’s very nice. If anything happened to him she’d be all right.
MASSEY. He’s a thoughtful sort of chap. Of course he’s not exactly young, but he’s steady.
MRS. M. The poor child is jealous of his first wife.
MASSEY. You don’t say so? Jealous, is she? That’s all right—that’s a healthy feeling. I’m glad she’s jealous, but she’ll get over it once she’s married. Jealous! Lord! Fancy, Mag too—I wouldn’t have thought it. He’ll be head clerk, one of these days—he can stay at Whitakers all his life. He told me.
LILY. Do you think he’ll ever get tired of it?