CHARLIE. Good morning. Can't say I did.
JABEZ. You'll soon get over that. At your age a night's rest more or less makes no difference. Did I interrupt some particularly promising experiment?
CHARLIE. No. I haven't been experimenting to-day. I've been engaged with some of the men.
JABEZ. Really? Well, there's no accounting for tastes. You're a queer fish.
CHARLIE. You didn't send for me to tell me that, I suppose?
JABEZ (blowing smoke and watching it rise). Eh? No, I suppose I didn't. Have a cigar?
CHARLIE. No thanks.
JABEZ. No? Well, now that you've come to your senses the thing is to see about what arrangements we must make. To begin with, I think we'd better fix you up a desk in here.
CHARLIE' (wearily). Yes.
JABEZ. We'll have that table out and one put there. Or is that too near the fire for you?