Basil.
[Ironically.] I humbly apologise. I thought he was a grocer, because last time he did us the honour of visiting us he asked how much a pound we paid for our tea and offered to sell us some at the same price.... But then he also offered to insure our house against fire and to sell me a gold mine in Australia.
Jenny.
Well, it's better to make a bit as best one can than to.... [She stops.]
Basil.
[Smiling.] Go on. Pray don't hesitate for fear of hurting my feelings.
Jenny.
[Defiantly.] Well, then, it's better to do that than moon about like you do.
Basil.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] Really, even to please you, I'm afraid I can't go about with little samples of tea in my pocket and sell my friends a pound or two when I call on them. Besides, I don't believe they'd ever pay me.