Alma. Five pounds a week more salary.
Dick. Five fiddlesticks!
Alma. What have you come for, then?
Dick. Two minutes’ conversation.
Alma. You shall have ten. Sit down.
Dick. Don’t want ten. Two’s enough. (produces a letter) Horrible hand you write. It took me half-an-hour to make it out.
Alma. I’m sure it’s plain enough.
Dick. Well, it’s not pretty.
Alma. You don’t waste time in compliments.
Dick. No time to waste. You’ve given me notice.