Mrs. D. I'll leave you.
Mr. D. [rising]. It is done now.
Mrs. D. You seem angry.
Mr. D. No wonder—that man——
Mrs. D. Who?
Mr. D. My hopeful ward Lewis—as I am not always ready to pay his debts, he sets the Chancellor upon me.
Mrs. D. Again? Very strange.
Mr. D. I am continually pestered with applications for the payment.
Mrs. D. And you——
Mr. D. With all due respect for these applications, I'll not pay.