BERTLEY. Now, there's a good fellow. Make a big effort and throw the habit off!
MEGAN. Comes over me—same as it might over you.
BERTLEY. Over me! How do you mean, my boy?
MEGAN. [With a look up.] To tork!
[WELLWYN, turning to the picture, makes a funny little noise.]
BERTLEY. [Maintaining his good humour.] A hit! But you forget, you know, to talk's my business. It's not yours to gamble.
MEGAN. You try sellin' flowers. If that ain't a—gamble
BERTLEY. I'm afraid we're wandering a little from the point.
Husband and wife should be together. You were brought up to that.
Your father and mother——
MEGAN. Never was.
WELLWYN. [Turning from the picture.] The question is, Megan: Will you take your wife home? She's a good little soul.