Alma. Yes, a fortnight’s notice.
Dick. Oh, it’s quite regular.
Alma. Well?
Dick. I accept it.
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Dick. (turns up stage) I’m obliged to you for giving me the chance.
Alma. You’ll let me leave?
Dick. The sooner, the better.
Alma. What are you going to do?
Dick. That’s my business.