Gordon.
Robert left me here on trust. I must keep his sheep going, at any rate till I can get a responsible manager. Then I’ll go to London.
Nora.
London has got too many ideas of its own to listen to an utterly unknown New Zealand sheep farmer.
Gordon.
(Sighing.) It may take time!
Nora.
(Laughing.) Time! It’ll take more than time. You don’t know a soul in London.
Gordon.
I don’t, that’s flat.