BROOME. What are you talkin' about? [_To MRS. TIMBRELL._] All right. I'll explain how things are to her, ma'am. I'm glad I come to-day. I think I've cleared up things a bit. Come along, old lady. [_BROOME and MRS. BROOME go._] LEONARD. You're like me, Mary; you're your mother's child. You're not a bit like your father. MRS. TIMBRELL. What had you been telling him? Something about your father? LEONARD. Not a word. He seemed to have got it from you. And _is_ the Governor coming round? MRS. TIMBRELL. Oh! He will come round. LEONARD. Bravo! That's better. We've been deucedly pinched, you know. MRS. TIMBRELL. Perhaps it'll do you good. I don't mean you, Mary. Who's that? [_MRS. GREAVES enters with a letter which she gives to LEONARD and retires._] LEONARD. [_Opening the letter._] Hullo! This is from Cochrane. MRS. TIMBRELL. [_Aside to MARY._] I brought you this. [_She gives her money._] MARY. I can't refuse it now. [_She looks over at LEONARD gravely._] MARY. He never asked about little Leonard. LEONARD. I say--look here. Cochrane wants me to go there. Just the thing. Just what I want. MARY. Where? LEONARD. His place down in Norfolk. Fishing. Of course the fishing's not much but he's got some rather good men there. By Jove! I see myself talking again. I mean really talking. Just the thing. MRS. TIMBRELL. Does he ask Mary? LEONARD. Mary! Well, no. But there's no nonsense of that kind about Mary. MARY. I've got little Leonard. LEONARD. [_Glancing at her._] By-the-bye, what did that chap say about little Leonard? MARY. He's coming in again. He wasn't very sure. LEONARD. Then you may be sure there's nothing the matter. Good. Things are looking better. [_To his mother._] Do you think the Governor would let me have twenty pounds? Is he far enough round for that? MRS. TIMBRELL. You'd soon have him back again if you tried. LEONARD. It's awkward. I must get some things. And I've no fishing rod. I might say I'd lost it on the way down. I must lose a bag, if necessary, and borrow. Rather thin, though. Did Edgar leave his rod at home? Could you manage ten pounds? What did you give Mary? MRS. TIMBRELL. Is there any hope for him, Mary? LEONARD. What? Oh! the baby--I keep forgetting about that blessed baby. But he's not ill. I'm sure he's not ill. Look here! I must get away. I shall hate you, Mary, if you stop me. I want a change, as the doctors say. I want to talk to these chaps. They're men you can talk to. I must go. I must go. I'm a flower turning to the light, I'm a prisoner breaking from his dungeon, I'm a spirit winging upwards. Don't stop me. MARY. Why should I stop you? You want to be there. I want to be here. LEONARD. Ah! yes. And if the child _is_ ill you've got a beautiful time before you. A mother with her child ill is lovely, lovely. I could come home to see it. Especially if those fellows get rather dull. Cochrane doesn't mention a time. I wonder how long he'll have me.