Ste. You can speak now. We're all concerned in this.
Walter. I beg your pardon. I've ceased to——
Ste. (his back to the right door). Now, Sam?
Walter (sitting below fire). Oh, very well.
Bam. (r. c., awkwardly). Well, I've been thinking things over. The married state and—well——
(Hesitating.)
Ste. (grimly). Yes, go on.
Bam. (desperately). It means giving up too much.
Ste. (c.). And a good thing, too, Sam Bamford. How much longer do you think you'll last at the pace you go? You're cracking up already—not half the man you were.
Lucy (icily). Think how nice it would be to have me for a nurse. I warm father's carpet slippers beautifully, don't I, and my gruel's a dream.