MEGAN. I dunno abaht that.
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.