Hullo! What’s the matter?
Lady Twombley.
As if you didn’t know! Oh, those awful bits of paper!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Still worrying about those little Bills of yours which my brother Joseph holds, eh?
Lady Twombley.
Those Bills! Why doesn’t the ink fade that’s on them, or the house burn that holds ’em?
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Impossible. Joseph and I have been taught to believe that there is a special Providence watching over all Bills of Exchange. Come, don’t fume—Bill Number One doesn’t fall due till next month.
Lady Twombley.