Then they open the front door.
“Oh, George,” calls out the first woman, turning round again. “Are you there?”
“Hullo,” answers a voice from the distance. “Do you want me?”
“No, dear, only to say good-bye. I’m going.”
“Oh, good-bye.”
“Good-bye, dear. Do you think it’s going to rain?”
“Oh no, I should not say so.”
“George.”
“Yes.”
“Have you got any money?”