Dealing in Futures: A Play in Three Acts

by Harold Brighouse

LOMAX. Twenty-two shillings.

JABEZ. What's he likely to ask for?

LOMAX. I shouldn't wonder if he asked thirty, sir. For one thing it's three years since he had a rise, and for another he keeps his mother.

JABEZ. Has she got any money?

LOMAX. I fancy not, sir.

JABEZ. Good. That'll keep him steady That's the kind we want, Lomax. He can't afford to take risks. Good worker of course?

LOMAX. Excellent. None better.

JABEZ. Age?

LOMAX. Twenty-eight, sir. (A knock.) Shall I go, sir?

JABEZ. No. Stay here. (Calling.) Come in.