HENRIETTE. He has chosen a likely moment.
GEORGE. Hasn’t he? I asked him if the sale of my cigars was not enough for him.
HENRIETTE. How did he take that?
GEORGE. He lost his temper and gave warning. This time I took him at his word. He’s simply furious.
HENRIETTE. Good.
GEORGE. He’ll go at the end of the month and we shall be well rid of him. Mother will be delighted. I say, she hasn’t wired, has she?
HENRIETTE. No.
GEORGE. Then she’s not coming back till to-morrow.
HENRIETTE. If she had her way, she would never leave our little girl.
GEORGE. You’re not going to be jealous, are you?