Man. Don't be so hard on a fellow. I can't get in nowhere.
Jim. You'll not get in here.
Man (turning dejectedly). Lodging-houses full up and getting late an' all. We've been looking all day.
Jim (closes the door). Get three or four of them a week. They find room somewhere in the end.
Walter. What did he want? Floor space?
(Stephen crosses l.)
Jim. Aye. Lots of rooms about here with two or three families in 'em. Some one 'ull take them in if they look long enough.
Walter. I know. It's appalling.
Ste. And ten acres in the Polygon with only five houses on 'em. (Sits in armchair.)
Walter. All the more reason to build houses there and not waste it in playing fields.