Dawson. [Dragging off the Blind Man's Buff handkerchief from Wolton's neck.] What do you mean by going in for all this tomfoolery, to-night, with ruin and disgrace ready for you in the morning?
Mr. Wolton. So soon—?
Dawson. How much longer did you think you could stave it off?
Mr. Wolton. [Sinks exhausted into a chair.] I didn't know.
Dawson. Why didn't you tell me your credit was as exhausted in Boston as here? [Taking chair from table, and sitting right of Wolton.
Mr. Wolton. I thought, with you doing the negotiating, it mightn't be!
Dawson. Well, it is; do you hear me, you haven't any such thing as credit there nor here! nor anywhere, for aught I know! To-morrow is the last day of grace. Your sister-in-law has to pay this money?
Mr. Wolton. Yes.
Dawson. What did you let her buy that house for?
Mr. Wolton. [Testily.] How could I help it! My brother didn't appoint me her guardian! He simply left her money in trust in my hands!