LILY. It would have been rather silly of him, wouldn't it? He's so sure there. CHAR. That's what _he_ said. He thought better of it and swallowed it. Well--dinner ready? LILY. Waiting. CHAR. [_going out._] I'll be down in a jiffy. _LILY goes to the fire. TENNANT heard outside whistling a bar of the song "Off to Philadelphia." He comes in. He is a broad-shouldered young fellow, a little shy in his manner with women._ TENNANT. Nice day, Mrs. Wilson. LILY. Beautiful. TENNANT. I've brought you home the paper, if you'd like it. It's the "Daily Mirror." LILY. Oh, thank you. I do like the pictures. Charley is getting so dreadfully serious now in his reading, and won't buy it. He takes the "Daily Telegraph." He thinks the gardening notes are so good. TENNANT. He's luxurious. It's a penny. LILY. Oh, he shares it with somebody. [_Pause._] TENNANT. How goes the garden? LILY. It's rather trying--I should like to give up those peas and things, and have chickens. They would be so useful. _LILY goes out. TENNANT takes a map out of his pocket and stands studying it. CHARLEY and LILY enter together. CHARLEY has made a wonderful change into a loose, rather creased suit of bright brown, flannel shirt with soft collar, flowing tie and old slippers. A pipe is sticking out of one pocket, and a newspaper out of the other. They sit down, and LILY tries not to look worried as CHARLEY laboriously cuts the small joint which she has brought in with her and put before him. He splashes the gravy a little and has to use the sharpener. LILY serves vegetables._ CHAR. I think I shall get one of Robertson's pups. LILY. It would be lovely. CHAR. He's got one he'll let me have cheap. TENNANT. I saw them last night. They're a good breed. Make fine house-dogs. CHAR. That's what you want round here. A quiet neighbourhood like this is A 1 for burglars. LILY. You don't think we shall have any, do you? CHAR. No. 24 had 'em the other night. TENNANT. What were they after? LILY. 24? That's the new people. What a shame! CHAR. Wanted the wedding presents. LILY. And Mrs. Thompson told me they had real silver at 24. CHAR. Trust the burglars for knowing that. They won't risk their skins for electro. So _we_ shan't have 'em. LILY. Charley! You forget the biscuit barrel and the tray. TENNANT. Where's the Bobby? LILY. There's only one about here. CHAR. They don't have Bobbies for burgles in these sort of places, only for rows. And we don't have rows. We're too respectable. LILY. I think it's so mean of burglars to come to people like us. CHAR. [_with a burst of laughter._] Let 'em go to Portman Square, you say? LILY. Well, of course, it's wrong to steal at all; but it doesn't seem quite so bad. [_She stops, a little confused._] TENNANT. Of course it isn't. CHAR. [_lying back comfortably in his chair._] Going away Sunday? TENNANT. No--the fact is-- LILY. Maggie is coming round this afternoon. Shall we ask the Leslies for whist to-night?