It doesn't matter, you know—doesn't matter at all. I will make myself responsible for the amount if it's any convenience to you, Mr. Cherry.
ADAM CHERRY.
May just as well settle the matter now and have done with it. (Finishes telegram.) That will fix it all right I think.
MR. BEN DIXON.
(He has folded up the application and has placed it in one of the stamped directed envelopes he has ready. He now crosses and takes telegram and looks at it.) Ah, one can always tell the man of business, Mr. Cherry—one can always tell the man of business. (Ben Dixon has previously rung, and now a footman enters.) Take this letter to the post at once, and send this telegram off at the same time. Don't stop for anything.
FOOTMAN.
Yes, sir. (Goes out.)
ADAM CHERRY.
Well, you don't want me any more I suppose, Mr. Ben Dixon? I think I'll take a stroll in your pleasant garden.