Ste. Treachery be hanged. I drafted the letter myself.
Bam. That makes it worse.
Ste. Don't be stupid, Sam.
Bam. (indignantly). Stupid! I say, Verity——
Ste. Put yourself in Sir Charles' place. He's got an offer, the company's offer, cash down for the whole Polygon.
Smiths. Aye.
Ste. Well, say he has got a soft spot for his tenants there, old tenants, doesn't want to turn them out, that sort of thing.
Smiths. Quite likely.
Ste. Then he gets their letter. Sees they're ready to lose their tennis courts. All right, says he, if they're a slack back set of weaklings to propose that of themselves, I shan't have any trouble in getting shut of them altogether. Their rents aren't worth having. But the company's offer's a sound ready cash affair. He's a bit short of the ready, isn't he?
Bam. Aye. Above a bit.