COKESON. No.
JAMES. Falder living with her, I suppose?
COKESON. [Desperately trying to retain the new-found jollity] I don't know that of my own knowledge. 'Tisn't my business.
JAMES. It's our business, if we're going to engage him, COKESON.
COKESON. [Reluctantly] I ought to tell you, perhaps. I've had the party here this morning.
JAMES. I thought so. [To WALTER] No, my dear boy, it won't do. Too shady altogether!
COKESON. The two things together make it very awkward for you—I see that.
WALTER. [Tentatively] I don't quite know what we have to do with his private life.
JAMES. No, no! He must make a clean sheet of it, or he can't come here.
WALTER. Poor devil!