Walter (appealingly). Don't send that letter to Sir Charles. Don't try to influence his decision. The workpeople can't move out of the town. They must live near their work. You can move. Dividends can reach you anywhere just as easily.
Mrs. V. Move of ourselves! Never!
Mrs. M. Walter, you don't understand what you're asking us to do. You're young. You can change easily, because you're young and restless. But when you've lived in a house that's dear to you till it's become part of your life, you can't leave it in your old age.
(Walter crosses above settee.)
Mont. I can't leave my garden. You know that. No other garden would mean the same to me.
Vin. My dear friends, you needn't worry. Carrington would never let us go. Walter's got hold of the wrong end of the stick. We're an institution.
Walter. How do you know? Did you ever ask them what they think of us?
Vin. I'll ask Pilling. You'll see. (Crosses up c.)
Walter. I shouldn't advise you to. I know Pilling's home. He's a wife and child. They all live in one room.
Vin. Why, I pay the man twenty-two shillings a week. What does he live like that for?