mr. booth. What notice is usual?
edward. To a good solicitor, five minutes. Ten to a poor one.
mr. booth. You'll have to explain matters a bit to me.
Now edward settles to his desk again; really with a certain grim enjoyment of the prospect.
edward. Yes, I had better. Well, Mr. Booth, how much do you think you're worth?
mr. booth. [easily.] I couldn't say off hand.
edward. But you've a rough idea?
mr. booth. To be sure.
edward. You'll get not quite half that out of us.