Carve. Yes. But an annuity isn't ready cash, is it?
Janet. (Picking up Shawn's pocket-book.) And this? This seems rather thick.
Carve. I was forgetting that too. (Opens it and takes out many notes.)
Janet. My word! And you'd forgotten that! You ought to see a doctor.
Carve. (Counting.) Twenty-one fives, and ten tens. That makes two hundred and five pounds. (Half to himself.) I always knew I was a bad lot—but where did I collar all that
[54]from? (To Janet.) I know what I shall do! I shall go to the Grand Babylon.
Janet. The Grand Babylon Hotel? But it's the dearest hotel in London.
Carve. In the big towns we always went to the best hotel. It's cheapest in the end.
Janet. You're very persuasive, but you'll never make me believe you'll save money by staying at the Grand Babylon.
Carve. (Rising and beginning to collect things—tries to fold up a pair of trousers.) Now, Mrs. Cannot, will you do me a favour?