EMILY. All right, James, then I'll leave you. But don't be hard on
the boy.

JAMES (sleepily). I shall be just, Emily; you can rely upon that.

EMILY (going to the door). I don't think that's quite what I meant.
[She goes out.]

(JAMES, who is now quite comfortable, begins to nod. He wakes up
with a start, turns over the paper, and nods again. Soon he is
breathing deeply with closed eyes.)

***

PHILIP (coming in). Sorry to have kept you waiting, but I was a bit
late for breakfast. (He takes out his pipe.) Are we going to talk
business or what?

JAMES (taking out his match). A _bit_ late! I make it just two
hours.

PHILIP (pleasantly). All right, Uncle James. Call it two hours
late. Or twenty-two hours early for tomorrow's breakfast, if you
like. (He sits down in a chair on the opposite side of the table
from his uncle, and lights his pipe.)

JAMES. You smoke now?

PHILIP (staggered). I what?