Warden. Several of us are going to stick by him; we'll manage to put him on his feet again, and we want you to accept his note.
Godesby. [Incredulous.] Accept his note?
Miss Godesby. [Also incredulous.] On what security?
Godesby. [Quickly.] You'll do nothing of the sort, Julia!
Miss Godesby. I'll see him where he belongs, in State's Prison, first!
Warden. That wouldn't bring you back your money.
Miss Godesby. Neither will his note!
Warden. If I get it indorsed?
Godesby. Likely!
Miss Godesby. Rather!