LEONARD. Well?
MARY. You keep spending the money.
LEONARD. But, Mary, you don’t know how much more I could spend if I had it.
MARY. And, so clever as you are, you don’t make any—I mean don’t make much.
LEONARD. You see, in my trade, the better you are the more wretchedly you get paid.
MARY. You keep telling me that.
LEONARD. And you don’t believe it?
MARY. Yes, I do. I think you mean it. I don’t think it can be quite true. I think you could get more money if you tried. You’re clever enough to write the way they want.
LEONARD. What do you care for most in the world—barring the baby?
MARY. [Considering.] I don’t think there’s anything. Oh! I beg your pardon. Of course there’s you.