Mrs. G. I'm so sorry. I thought I might help. Is there anything else that I
could be of use in?
Capt. G. (Looking round the room.) I can't think of anything. You're always
helping me you know.
Mrs. G. Am I? How?
Capt. G. You are of course, and as long as you're near me--I can't explain
exactly, but it's in the air.
Mrs. G. And that's why you wanted to send me away?
Capt. G. That's only when I'm trying to do work--grubby work like this.
Mrs. G. Mafflin's better, then, isn't he?
Capt. G. (Rashly.) Of course he is. Jack and I have been thinking along the
same groove for two or three years about this equipment. It's our hobby, and it
may really be useful some day.
Mrs. G. (After a pause.) And that's all that you have away from me?
Capt. G. It isn't very far away from you now. Take care the oil on that bit
doesn't come off on your dress.
Mrs. G. I wish--I wish so much that I could really help you. I believe I could-
-if I left the room. But that's not what I mean.
Capt. G. (Aside.) Give me patience! I wish she would go. (Aloud.) I assure you
you can't do anything for me, Minnie, and I must really settle down to this.
Where's my pouch?
Mrs. G. (Crossing to writing-table.) Here you are, Bear.
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