Stephen. You're a bit early for the meeting, Sam. (Crosses to c. above table.)
Bamford. Yes; fact is, I wanted a word with you alone about that other matter.
Ste. Lucy?
Bam. (r. c.). Aye. I'm a bit uneasy about it, Verity.
Ste. No need to be.
Bam. Well, I am.
Ste. Natural enough, I dare say. When a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love it churns up his inside a bit.
Bam. 'Tisn't that. I'm not a young man. (Crosses l.)
Ste. You're young enough for all marriageable purposes.
Bam. I'm doubtful if I'm the right man to make that girl happy.