Thanks awfully. I daresay I shan’t want it, you know. I expect I shall get offered a job the moment I land, but there’s no harm having it. I’ll be getting along.
Norah.
Good-bye, then, and good luck.
Hornby.
Good-bye.
[He shakes hands with Norah and Miss Pringle and goes out.]
Miss Pringle.
Norah, why don’t you go to Canada? Now your brother has a farm of his own I should have thought....
Norah.
[Interrupting.] My brother’s married. He married four years ago.