_LILY enters, wiping her hands on her pinafore and smiling._ LILY. Yes? CHAR. [_waving his pipe towards TENNANT._] What d'ye think _he's_ going to do? LILY. [_studying TENNANT seriously._] Do? How-- TENNANT. [_nervously._] I--I'm going to leave you, Mrs. Wilson. LILY. To leave us? [_With enlightenment._] You're going to be married! TENNANT. Good Heavens, no! Not that! CHAR. Whatever made you think of that? LILY. What else could he do? TENNANT. I'm going abroad. _Going over to garden door._ CHAR. He's going to seek his fortune. Lucky dog! LILY. Have you got a good appointment, Mr. Tennant? TENNANT. No, nothing. I'm going on the chance. LILY. Whatever for? Didn't you like Molesey's? TENNANT. Oh, they were good enough and all that, but I got sick of the desk. I'm going farming. LILY. And throwing up a good situation? TENNANT. I suppose you'd call it good. LILY. It was so sure. You'd have been head clerk in time. I'm sure you would. It does seem such a pity. TENNANT. Sounds a bit foolish, I expect. LILY. Of course you must get tired of it sometimes. But to throw it up altogether! I do hope you won't be sorry for it. Charley gets tired of it sometimes--don't you, dear? CHAR. [_from the garden door._] Just a bit--now and then. LILY. Everybody does I expect. It would be very nice, of course, to see other places and all that--but you can always travel in your holidays. CHAR. How far on the Continong can you go in a fortnight, Lil? TENNANT. I don't think you quite understand. It isn't so much that I want to see things--though that'd be jolly--but I want a change of work. LILY. [_sympathetically._] It _is_ trying to do the same thing over and over again. But then the hours are not so very long, are they? CHAR. Nine to six, with an hour for lunch and tea thrown in. Count your many blessings, Freddy. LILY. [_reproachfully, and crossing to him._] You know, Charley, we've often talked it over, and you've said how regular the hours were. CHAR. So they are. _CHARLEY disappears for a moment into garden, but is now and again to be seen outside the door with a flower-pot or some other thing for the garden._ LILY. And you have the evenings, and they give you Saturday morning at Molesey's as you get on, don't they? TENNANT. Yes, it's all true, Mrs. Wilson--but I can't stand it. Anybody can have the job. CHAR. It's the spring, Freddy. That's the matter with you. LILY. I do hope you won't be sorry for it. It would be so dreadful if you failed, after giving up such a good situation. Of course we are very sorry to lose you, Mr. Tennant--you have been so kind. TENNANT. [_hastily and with much embarrassment._] Oh, please don't. LILY. And we have always got on so very well together. I'm sure it will be very difficult to get anyone to suit us so well again. But you won't forget us and if we have your address, we can write sometimes--