Walter. Not gathered him in yet?
Ste. No, but I shall. He's one of your flock. It takes time to get hold of these fellows who come in from the country, (spitefully) where the squire and the parson spell omnipotence. He'll change his tune yet, though.
Jim (shaking his head). I'm not the changing sort.
Ste. (confidently). You will be. A year or two more of this room and you'll be ripe for anything.
Sally (lifting the tray). We're ripe now for a change from this.
Ste. Don't go, Mrs. Pilling.
Sally. I can get my turn at the sink for washing up now.
Ste. That can wait. I want to ask you something.
Sally (replacing the tray). Yes, sir? (Sits r. of table.)
Ste. (after brief pause). Well, now, Mrs. Pilling, what would you say we need most in Carrington?