booth. Scarcely matters to boast of!
trenchard. Oh, you try playing the fool with other people's money, and keeping your neck out of the noose for twelve years. It's not so easy.
edward. Then, of course, he always protested that things would come right . . that he'd clear the firm and have a fortune to the good. Or that if he were not spared I might do it. But he must have known that was impossible.
trenchard. But there's the gambler all over.
edward. Why, he actually took the trouble to draw up this will!
trenchard. That was childish.
edward. I'm the sole executor.
trenchard. So I should think . . Was I down for anything?
edward. No.
trenchard. [without resentment.] How he did hate me!