Mrs. G. I'm so sorry. I thought I might help. Is there anything else that I could be of use in?
Capt. G. (Looking round the room.) I can't think of anything. You're always helping me you know.
Mrs. G. Am I? How?
Capt. G. You are of course, and as long as you're near me—I can't explain exactly, but it's in the air.
Mrs. G. And that's why you wanted to send me away?
Capt. G. That's only when I'm trying to do work—grubby work like this.
Mrs. G. Mafflin's better, then, isn't he?
Capt. G. (Rashly.) Of course he is. Jack and I have been thinking along the same groove for two or three years about this equipment. It's our hobby, and it may really be useful some day.
Mrs. G. (After a pause.) And that's all that you have away from me?
Capt. G. It isn't very far away from you now. Take care the oil on that bit doesn't come off on your dress.