Geoffrey. What about the children—are they going with him?
Mrs. Chinn. No, sir; I thought he would be better without them till everything is settled.
Geoffrey. Who is taking care of them—you?
Mrs. Chinn. Yes, sir.
Geoffrey. And the passage money—how much was that?
Mrs. Chinn. Four pound fifteen.
Geoffrey. Would you mind my coming in, as a friend?
Mrs. Chinn. Well, if you don’t mind, I’d rather not. I’ve always done everything for the children myself. It’s been a fad of mine.
Geoffrey. (He makes a gesture of despair.) You mothers! You’re so greedy. (He holds out his hand, smiling.) Goodbye.
Mrs. Chinn. (She takes his hand in hers.) God bless you, sir. And your good lady.