Corn. Not for two or three days; he’s away on business.
Bea. I thought he had no business to be away upon.
Corn. No! he has no business to be away, when I want him here—that is—he isn’t away on his business. It’s business of mine.
Bea. (curiously) Business of yours?
Corn. Yes! well! pleasure more than business—when I say pleasure I mean business—I wanted a change—but I couldn’t spare the time—and Phil could—he took the change—it was really my change; for he paid the time before; you know how one fellow will take another fellow’s change. He’s a most obliging fellow.
Knock; Hattie runs down stairs.
Hat. Here’s Mr. Innings, Corney!
Hattie rushes off L.
Corn. Thank goodness—I was getting a bit mixed. (goes L. as Innings enters C. from L., Hattie following.) How are you, Phil?
Bea. Good evening, Mr. Innings!