I dare say I shan’t mind that.
George Winter.
It’s not always pleasant being at the beck and call of a damned bounder.
O’Donnell.
How d’you mean?
George Winter.
Of course you look upon me as a damned bounder. I know that. I wasn’t educated at Harrow. My father was a hatter at Middlepool, a Nonconformist, and an aitchless one at that. I went to sea when I was fourteen, and when I was your age I was earning twenty-five bob a week as clerk in a bucket shop. Of course I’m a damned bounder.
Anne.
Now, George, don’t be disagreeable.
George Winter.