Do you suppose he’s come to the end of his money?
Augusta.
Now—that would be—Well! I—that would be the last straw!
Mrs Scholz.
Well, in that case, how should we manage at all! We might as well go and beg at once.
[Ida fully dressed enters from stairway, presses Augusta’s hand joyfully.
Ida.
Gussie! (winningly) It’s really true! Oh! I am so glad.
[Mrs Scholz and Augusta show a certain painful emotion.