anyway. Anything you like--except a commissionaire. I absolutely
refuse to wear uniform again.

JAMES. How would you like to come into the business?

PHILIP. The jam business? Well, I don't know. You wouldn't want
me to salute you in the mornings?

JAMES. My dear boy, no!

PHILIP. All right, I'll try it if you like. I don't know if I shall
be any good--what do you do?

JAMES. It's your experience in managing and--er--handling men which
I hope will be of value.

PHILIP. Oh, I can do that all right. (Stretching himself
luxuriously) Uncle James, do you realize that I'm never going to
salute again, or wear a uniform, or get wet--really wet, I mean--or
examine men's feet, or stand to attention when I'm spoken to, or--
oh, lots more things. And best of all, I'm never going to be
frightened again. Have you ever known what it is to be afraid--
really afraid?

JAMES (embarrassed). I--er--well--(He coughs.)

PHILIP. No, you couldn't--not really afraid of death, I mean. Well,
that's over now. Good lord! I could spend the rest of my life in
the British Museum and be happy. ...