Ste. You're Mr. Vining's gardener, aren't you?
Jim. Yes, and Mr. Vining lives in the Polygon. It's likely I'd vote for breaking up the Polygon, isn't it?
Ste. But, my dear friend——
Jim. I tell you I'm not your friend.
Ste. Mr. Vining will have to live somewhere. He won't cease to require a gardener.
Jim. Ever hear tell as a bird in the hand whacked two in the bush?
Ste. (scornfully). If you're afraid of losing your employment.
Jim (with conviction). A working man's always afraid of that. I know what it's like to be out of a job.
Ste. (ingratiatingly, after a slight pause). Well, now, I tell you what.
Jim.. Aye?