Mason. [Aside to Warden.] You're going to ask him to go on Dick's note for Ryder?
Warden. [In a low voice.] Yes.
Mason. You're a wonder! As if he would!
Warden. Somebody must, and there's nobody else. That boy and that mother have got to be saved!
Mason. I'm sorry my name's no good for us.
Warden. And mine mustn't be used.
Mason. No, indeed! The minute that was done, there'd be a new complication, and more trouble would tumble down on Mrs. Sterling's head. Good luck.
[Shakes his hand and enters the house.
Trotter. What's up? You haven't come to kick about my wedding, have you? I wouldn't stand for that, you know!
Warden. It's not that, Mr. Trotter. Your wife's son-in-law, Sterling, has turned out a blackguard; he has had intrusted to him Miss Ruth Hunter's money and several other people's, and he's used it all for speculation of his own.