Don’t be such an old frump. If it gives me a certain amount of pleasure to give money away, why on earth shouldn’t I? I daresay that nineteen out of every twenty people I help are thoroughly worthless, but it’s only by doing something for them all that I can be quite certain of not missing the twentieth.
Freddie.
D’you want me to write to them at once?
Mrs. Dot.
This very minute.
Freddie.
[With a smile.] But that’ll only get rid of me, you know. Blenkinsop will still be here.
Mrs. Dot.
[Coolly.] James, do go and see that Freddie writes his letters nicely. He’s only just come down from Oxford, and his spelling is rather shaky.
Blenkinsop.