edward. He could buy other sensations with the sovereign.
hugh. But none like the first. [then the realities of life overwhelm him again.] And yet . . we're slaves! Beatrice won't let me go until we're each certain of two hundred a year. And she's quite right . . I should only get into debt. You know that two fifty a year of mine is a hundred and eighty now.
edward. [mischievous.] Why would you invest sensationally?
hugh. [with great seriousness.] I put money into things which I know ought to succeed . .
The telephone rings. edward speaks through it.
edward. Certainly . . bring him in. [then to his brother, who sits on the table idly disarranging everything.] You'll have to go now, Hugh.
hugh. [shaking his head gloomily.] You're one of the few people I can talk to, Edward.
edward. I like listening.
hugh. [as much cheered as surprised.] Do you! I suppose I talk a lot of rot . . but . .