edward. What else is there to be done?
alice. Well . . have you thought?
edward. There's nothing else to be done.
alice. On principle.
He looks at her, she is smiling, it is true, but smiling quite gravely. edward is puzzled. Then the yeast of her suggestion begins to work in his mind slowly, perversely at first.
edward. It had occurred to Booth. . .
alice. Oh, anything may occur to Booth.
edward. . . In his grave concern for the family honour that I might quietly cheat the firm back into credit again.
alice. How stupid of Booth!
edward. Well . . like my father . . Booth believes in himself.