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Rh only house in the road it doesn't matter if nobody can get near it, I s'pose.

. Never mind, dear. Perhaps you'll win to-morrow. (She moves to back of table.)

. Perhaps I'll—perhaps I'll——! What d'you mean? (Bursts out laughing) There! You always know what's going on inside o' me, don't you, mother?

. Ought to, after thirty years, John. (She goes to dresser, and busies herself wiping tumblers an tray there.)

(down ). And it's not such a bad place, dad, after all. One of the few old-fashioned houses left near London. None o' your stucco villas. Homelike, I call it. And so do you, or you wouldn't ha' bought it. (Rolls a cigarette.)

(., growling). Nice job I made o' that, too! With two hundred pounds owin' on it.

(on back of chair, ). Why, I shall work that off in no time, dad. Matter o' three years, with the rise promised me.

. If you don't get married.

. Not me. Not that sort. . I wish you would, Herbert. A good, steady, lad——

. Lots o' time, mother. Sufficient for the day—as the sayin' goes. Just now my dynamos don't leave me any time for love-making. Jealous they are, I tell you!

(chuckling). I lay awake o' night often, and think: If Herbert took a nap, and let his what-d'you-call-ums—dynamos, run down, all Fulham