Walter. I saw him outside as I came in. I fancied the little chap looked pale.
Jim (gravely). He does look pale.
Walter. Anything the matter?
Jim. No, sir, no... only this.
Walter (vaguely). This?
Jim. This room—living in one room and nothing but streets to run about in.
Sally. You can't keep a child inside, sir. 'Tisn't natural. The streets if it's fine and the stairs when it's wet out.
Walter. None too safe, Mrs. Pilling, either of 'em.
Sally. But what are you to do?
Walter (hopelessly). Nothing, I suppose.