JABEZ (chaffing him genially). You think so, Lomax?
LOMAX. I'm sure of it, sir.
JABEZ. I sometimes think the cashier makes a big hole in the salary list, eh, Lomax?
LOMAX (alarmed). I'm sure I——
JABEZ. Yes, yes. I'm not thinking of cutting you down, Lomax. Only, one has to fix a limit. You might bear that in mind.
LOMAX. Yes, sir.
JABEZ. That will do then. (Lomax turns to go.) Oh, by the way, is Mr. Charles in his room? Lomax. I think so, sir.
JABEZ. You might ask him to step this way. Lomax. Yes, sir.
(Exit Lomax, r.c. Jabez opens a side drawer in his desk, takes out a cigar box, selects and lights a cigar, and goes to fireplace and turns back to fire with the air of a man who, having done a good mornings work, may legitimately permit himself some reward. Enter Charlie, r.c.)
JABEZ. Good morning, Charlie. Hope you slept well.