Swalecliffe.
I must be getting away, too. My wife will be wanting to know all about it.
George Winter.
Well, if I can’t persuade you, I suppose I can’t. I hope you’ll all have as good a night as I mean to.
Swalecliffe.
You think it’s all right about—about that matter?
George Winter.
Don’t you worry your head. It’s as right as rain. I tell you that nothing I touch can fail.
Swalecliffe.
Then good-night.