Ste. What else do you call it?
Jim (aggressively). Look here, Mr. Verity, you've been coming here calling yourself my friend. I knew well enough it was my vote you were after. Bless you, I don't mind. I know what even the real gentry 'ull do to get a man's vote. I've seen Sir Charles himself stand by and watch his wife kiss our Dick at election time. But I've finished with you now. You'll come here no more after this. (Above table l.)
Ste. (staggered). But... I don't understand. What have I done? (Rises.)
Jim. It's not what you've done. It's what you're wanting to do.
Ste. I'm wanting to provide a recreation ground for Dick to play in. Anything wrong in that?
Jim. A lot. There's more important things than playing fields.
Ste. Oh, you're thinking of Montgomery's idea for houses.
Jim. No, I'm not thinking of anybody's ideas. Thinking of ideas leads to mischief. I'm thinking of my bread and butter that you're taking from me.
Ste. I?
Jim. You know very well where I work.