[Train stops. Voice outside: Brixton!]
Good-bye, old boy; good luck to you.
[Gets out, shuts door after him and remains a moment leaning on it.]
Duke. Do you like living here?
Tom. Very much. I have a wife and three children—and a cook!
Duke. Wonderful family life!
Tom. Well, you buck up and get a family life, too. You are beginning at the right end, by the cook. Good-bye. Why do you travel second-class?
Duke. Is it second? I meant to come third, like everyone else. I didn't know there were still seconds on this line.
[Whistle sounds].
Tom. Well, I'll leave you to your second-class solitude, unmolested by the millionaire or the pauper. [Goes off]. Ta, ta.