Would you like me to give you the letter at once?
Hornby.
I wish you would.
[Norah sits down at an escritoire and begins to write a letter.]
Fact is, I’m broke. I was all right as long as I stuck to bridge. I used to make money on that. Over a thousand a year.
Miss Pringle.
[Horrified.] What!
Hornby.
Playing regularly, you know. If I hadn’t been a fool I’d have stuck to that. But I got bitten with chemi.
Norah.