ANNE. And you think I am grateful to him for that?... Doesn’t any man understand any woman?
NICHOLAS (annoyed). Are you suggesting that I don’t understand women?
ANNE. I’m suggesting that you should lend me one pound two shillings and sixpence.
NICHOLAS (sulkily, feeling in his pockets). Of course, if you’re in such a confounded hurry to get away from here—— Do you mind all silver?
ANNE. Not at all.
NICHOLAS. In such a confounded hurry to get away from here—— (He counts the money.)
ANNE. Why ever should I want to stay?
NICHOLAS. Well—well—— (With a despairing shrug) Oh, Lord!... Ten shillings ... fourteen and six ... why should she want to stay! Why do you think I’m staying?
ANNE (wickedly). Because you’re so fond of Mr. Latimer. He’s so jolly decent.
NICHOLAS (looking at the money in his hand). One pound two shillings and sixpence. I suppose if I told you what I really thought about it all, you’d get on your high horse again and refuse the money from me. So I won’t tell you. Here you are.