edward. Are you doing that?
mr. voysey. What else?
edward. [starting patiently to examine the matter.] How bad were things when you first came to control them?
mr. voysey. Oh, I forget.
edward. You can't forget.
mr. voysey. Well . . pretty bad.
edward. Do you know how it was my grandfather began to—
mr. voysey. Muddlement, muddlement! Then the money went and what was he to do. He'd no capital, no credit, and was in terror of his life. My dear Edward, if I hadn't found it out, he'd have confessed to the first man who came and asked for a balance sheet.
edward. Well, what exact sum was he to the bad then?
mr. voysey. I forget. Several thousands.