GILBEY. [paternally] Now you listen to me, Juggins. I'm an older
man than you. Dont you throw out dirty water til you get in fresh.
Dont get too big for your boots. Youre like all servants nowadays:
you think youve only to hold up your finger to get the pick of half a
dozen jobs. But you wont be treated everywhere as youre treated here.
In bed every night before eleven; hardly a ring at the door except on
Mrs Gilbey's day once a month; and no other manservant to interfere
with you. It may be a bit quiet perhaps; but youre past the age of
adventure. Take my advice: think over it. You suit me; and I'm
prepared to make it suit you if youre dissatisfied--in reason, you
know.
JUGGINS. I realize my advantages, sir; but Ive private reasons--
GILBEY. [cutting him short angrily and retiring to the hearthrug in
dudgeon] Oh, I know. Very well: go. The sooner the better.
MRS GILBEY. Oh, not until we're suited. He must stay his month.
GILBEY. [sarcastic] Do you want to lose him his character, Maria?
Do you think I dont see what it is? We're prison folk now. Weve been
in the police court. [To Juggins] Well, I suppose you know your
own business best. I take your notice: you can go when your month is
up, or sooner, if you like.
JUGGINS. Believe me, sir--
GILBEY. Thats enough: I dont want any excuses. I dont blame you.
You can go downstairs now, if youve nothing else to trouble me about.
JUGGINS.
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