are her affair, aren't they?
Moles. She says there is some mistake. She gave you a check for the wine bill last month, sir.
Steven. Did she? Oh, of course she did. It was the day I heard about Alabama Rails and I bought a couple on margin! They're down just now. The wine people must wait.
[Dismissing him.
Moles. But we've a big luncheon, sir, to-morrow and no wine.
Steven. Very well, then, I'll get Miss Georgiana to give you a check. I don't want to bother Mrs. Carley, she's got a headache.
Moles. The wages are due, sir, and the trades books weren't settled last month.
Steven. Well, I'll attend to it all to-morrow or next day, Moles. Give me my coat, will you? [Moles gets the coat from the sofa
and hands it to Steven.] I've been short of ready money for a little while, but things are looking up. By the way, you're a good sort; I'd like to do you a good turn. I happen to be on to something, Moles, on to something down in Wall Street. Would you like to make a little money?
Moles. [Brightening visibly.] Indeed and I would, sir. I've got two thousand three hundred and sixteen dollars in my savings bank, and I've heard of how these Wall Street magnums made fortunes out of less'n that.