The Dean.
Spare cash! Playful Salome!
Sheba.
£—s—d, Papsey, or £—s, Papsey, and never mind the—d.
The Dean.
Ha! ha! I am glad, really glad, children, that you have broken through a reserve which has existed on this point for at least a fortnight—and babbled for money.
Sheba and Salome.
[Laughing with delight.] Ha! ha!
The Dean.
It gives me the opportunity of meeting your demands with candor. Children, I have love for you, solicitude for you, but—I have no spare cash for anybody.