Thank you, Boss. (Comes up to outskirts of group and stands there sipping his drink.)
Varlie.
(Cheerily.) Waal, and how have you been making time fly since I was here last?
Nora.
Much as usual, only we work harder and—(laughs)—Gordon moons more than ever now he has someone to encourage him!
Varlie.
Ah, writes poetry, does he, poor chap?
Gordon.
No. I don’t.