Jessie. I suppose so, Bob.
Bob. Well, I've done what he's doing. I've done it for a year. And I survived.
Jessie. But you knew how, Bob.
Bob. I didn't when I started.
Jessie. It snowed last night; I lay awake till daybreak worrying about him.
Bob. My dear girl, men have got snow on their clothes before this.
Jessie. He's been gone a month!
Bob. Listen, Jessie! You know there's misery and suffering in the world, don't you?
Jessie. Yes, I suppose so.
Bob. And could you wish Jack to live all his life in indifference to such things—just idle and play, and spend the wealth that other people produce for him?