Hornby.
[Without moving.] D’you want me to help you?
Norah.
No.... It would remind me of home.
Hornby.
I suppose I shall have to stick it out at least a year, unless I can humbug the mater into sending me enough money to get home with.
Norah.
She won’t send you a penny if she’s wise.
Hornby.
Wouldn’t you chuck it if you could?