LEONARD. Have you any money about you, mother?
MRS. TIMBRELL. [To EDGAR.] Give it to him.
LEONARD. Mother will repay you out of the housekeeping. [EDGAR fumbles in his pocket.] Look here. Make it two pounds. Mary and I don’t often have a treat together. It’s a special occasion. We may as well do it handsome for once. What about the Savoy and a music-hall, Mary? You look the part fine. [His spirits are obviously rising.]
MARY. I wonder if I’d not better go home.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Go and enjoy yourself, my dear.
[EDGAR hands money to LEONARD who looks at it.]
LEONARD. Well, I’m damned. One pound ten.
EDGAR. Quite enough, too.
LEONARD. It’s not that I’m thinking of. It’s the extraordinary meanness of your character.
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