MRS. TIMBRELL. You must have some money? What’s the least you can manage with?
LEONARD. The least? Well, I should say the least is the most I can get.
MRS. TIMBRELL. [Fingering her rings.] Have you started with pawnshops yet?
LEONARD. Oh! yes. I’m not afraid of pawnshops.
MRS. TIMBRELL. I’m too old to begin. [She takes off a ring and gives it to him.] Take that.
MARY. No, no. He can’t do that.
MRS. TIMBRELL. I think he can.
LEONARD. Of course I can. I thought you would understand, Mary. A mother’s sacrifice for her son is one of the most beautiful things—just think what you would do for little Leonard.
MARY. Yes, if there’s need.
LEONARD. Need? There is need. But wouldn’t like to deprive her of the pleasure. The pleasure! It’s a sacred joy. Isn’t it mother?