Louise. Moles!
Steven. It was for himself, not me, I put him in.
Moles. And Lizzie, sir. And we'd counted it up, how if we made all you said, we could leave service soon, sir, and we could afford a small house in the country with say four rooms and one baby—Lizzie doing her own work.
Louise. Do you mean to say, Steve, that your own servants have lost their earnings through you?
Moles. Yes, m'm.
Steven. [Doggedly.] Put it that way if you like. I meant to do them a good turn.
Louise. But we can't let that happen; we must pay them back!
Coast. [Amused.] Bully for you, Louise! getting generous in your old age.
Louise. It would ruin us socially if it got out!
Coast. Oh, I see!