“Saturday. One pound thirteen and six.”
“There you are! That pulls you up.”
“Saturday evening,” concluded Duke. “Two pounds eight.”
“And then he grumbles!” Mr. Flippance raised his great ringed hands towards Jinny.
“Total, six pounds five and tenpence!”
“And isn’t that enough to live on?” cried Tony. “Only two in family and a little bird or so! And if your box-office man had been smart enough to tell a groat from a tester, you’d have had six guineas!”
“He wasn’t such a fool,” said Duke dryly, “for on another night it’s noted that a half-sovereign was passed off on him for sixpence.”
“And then you outrage Providence by complaining of the takings,” said Tony.
“Rent of Corn Exchange,” continued Duke doggedly, “three guineas. Salaries (to company, including check-taker), four pounds eight. Lighting, a pound. Advertising (including bill-poster), three pounds ten——”
“But, my dear chap, what extravagance! No wonder——”