Crapsey. Pooh! (Tears it to pieces.) Absolutely worthless, revoked it before he died.
Chorus of Voices. Revoked it?
Crapsey.. Revoked it! And seeing at the last the error of his ways, by the merciful will of God left every cent he possessed to a School for Socialism, to be founded in ye good and ancient city of Canterbury, whose ruling spirit I am. The new will was discovered just previous to my departure for this country.
Discord of Voices. Oh! (Each seeks a chair, Dill alone being left in the scuffle.)
Dill (holding up bag). At any rate we do not need for money, sir. (Crapsey tosses the coins contemptuously into the air.)
Crapsey. Bah! American pennies, as worthless as the American dollar. (All are visibly annoyed.) But hurry! My time is nearly up. Do I go alone, or will some of the party accompany me?
Kathryn. We'll be the young married couple, Jack.
Jane. We'll be the sisters, Gloria.
Gloria. Yes, and Dill will be the butler. (All but Dill and Jane assent.)
Jane. I think, Peter, that as your brother has been the butler for twenty years it is only fair that you should now take his place.