Bamford. There's more to-day. (They exchange looks.)
Ste. (rising with resolution). That 'ull do. (Opens left door.) Lucy, come back a minute.
Bamford (rises in alarm). I'm not what you call a parlour ladies' man.
Ste. I'll stand by you.
(Enter Lucy.)
Now then. (Crosses r.)
Lucy. You want me?
Ste. (indicating Bamford). He does.
Bamford (awkwardly). Yes, I do, Miss Verity. That's just what I do. I want you.
(Lucy is puzzled.)