He tells you everything, eh?
LADY PEMBURY. Well, not his official secrets, of course. Everything
else.
STRANGER. Ha! I wonder.
LADY PEMBURY. But you have nobody, you say. Well, you must share your
good news with _me_. Will you?
STRANGER. Oh yes, you shall hear about it all right.
LADY PEMBURY. That's nice of you. Well then, first question. How much
money is it going to be?
STRANGER (thoughtfully). Well, I don't quite know yet. What do you say
to a thousand a year?
LADY PEMBURY. Oh, but what a lot!
STRANGER. You think a thousand a year would be all right. Enough to
live on?
LADY PEMBURY. For a bachelor, ample.
STRANGER. For a bachelor.
LADY PEMBURY. There's no one dependent on you?
STRANGER. Not a soul. Only got one relation living.
LADY PEMBURY. Oh?
STRANGER (enjoying a joke of his own). A father. But I shall not be
supporting _him_. Oh no. Far from it.
LADY PEMBURY (a little puzzled by this, though the is not going to
show it) Then I think you will be very rich with a thousand a year.
STRANGER. Yes, that's what _I_ thought. I should think it would stand
a thousand.
LADY PEMBURY. What is it? An invention of some sort?
STRANGER. Oh no, not an invention. . . .
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