MRS. METHERELL. Yes. That's the way. When I was young a man could start poor and end rich. He'd save and stick to what he got. These lads to-day 'ull never rise. They're too busy spending what they have. My Jack knows a game worth two of that. He's improving his mind. His bedroom's full of books. Fitting himself to rise, Jack is.
MRS. NORBURY. There are a few like that. They're rare and scarce.
(Knock at street door,)
(She rises.) I'm nearest.
MRS. METHERELL (rising). Sit you still. (Crosses and opens door.)
(Elsie and Edmund are there.)
EDMUND. Mrs. Metherell?
MRS. METHERELL (gruffly). Yes?
(Immediately on the "Yes," Elsie enters past her.)
EDMUND. May we come in?