Dawson. "In trust in your hands!" [Laughs cruelly.
Mr. Wolton. Don't do that!
Dawson. And you speculated with it, and lost every cent!
Mr. Wolton. Yes.
Dawson. What a scoundrel you are! [Wolton squirms miserably in his chair. Dawson adds quietly.] And yet I don't suppose there's at this moment a more popular man in New York, socially, than you.
Mr. Wolton. No, I don't believe there is!—but a damned lot of good it does me!
Dawson. Will your sister-in-law accept her ruin quietly?
Mr. Wolton. No, she's never liked me; she'll take pleasure in exposing me!
Dawson. But for your wife and child's sake!
Mr. Wolton. You know very well she hates them! They have never taken her up; she wasn't possible, socially. [Dawson laughs again bitterly.] Don't do that!