Hornby.
Oh, lord!
Gertie.
[Turning sharply on him.] Well, if you don’t like Canada, why did you come out?
Hornby.
[Rising slowly to his feet.] You don’t suppose I’d have let them send me if I’d known what I was in for? Not much. Up at five in the morning and working in the fields like a navvy till your back feels as if it ’ud break, and then back again in the afternoon. And the same thing day after day. What was the good of sending me to Harrow and Oxford if that’s what I’ve got to do all my life?
Marsh.
You’ll get used to it soon enough, Reg. It’s a bit hard at first, but when you get your foot in you wouldn’t change it for any other life.
Gertie.
This isn’t a country for a man to go to sleep with and wait for something to turn up.