Margaret
Work? What about his music?
Roger
That's what he said. But I asked him if he had thought about his music when he got into these scrapes. He couldn't say a word. So it was all arranged for him to go into my office, right under my eye, when mother was taken sick. Then she wanted him to stay near her, so.... And then she died. And the accident. Well I don't see what more I could have done.
Margaret
No.... Of course, it wasn't as if you turned against him. And the office—he was to pay you back that way?
Roger
Pay me back? Why, if he could, naturally; but that wasn't my idea, that was only incidental. My idea was to get him into the habit of hard work.
Margaret
But he always did work!