Bamford. No, I want a word with Verity.
Smiths, (suspiciously). Business, eh, Mr. Bamford?
Bamford. Not about the Company. (Glancing involuntarily after Lucy.) Something else.
(Exeunt Smithson and Alcorn.)
Ste. Well, Bamford? Have anything? I've a better port downstairs than the Polygon toffs can run to.
Bamford. No, thanks.
(Stephen looks relieved, Bamford sits. Their positions reproduce those of Stephen and Walter at the opening.)
Ste. (taking his pipe from the mantelpiece). I'll have a pipe, if you don't mind. Well, what's up with you?
Bamford (jerking his thumb towards the left door). It's about her.
Ste. Aye? Well, I like a man that comes to the point sharp.