I should say you could rely upon them. Are they settled for?
ADAM CHERRY.
I expect so by now. He suggested that I should telegraph to my brokers at the same time.
THEODORE TRAVERS.
And you did so? Of course, you would. (Looks at watch). Four o'clock—too late to do anything to-day. I will go up first thing to-morrow morning and see if anything can be done. Not that I expect anything can. Ben's got his failings, but he is a good business man. I'll give a look into your affairs at the same time, mater. I don't suppose you'll get anything back, but it will be interesting to find out where it's all gone to.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
(Rising with grunt of disgust) Ah! and to think I've got to live with it, and to call it "my dear" when company's present. I'll make up for it in private. Theo, keep an eye on me for a bit. Don't let me get at him unless you want to see me doing my six months' hard for wringing his neck. (Goes out)
THEODORE TRAVERS.
You trust him, mater. He won't let you get at him. (To Cherry) Don't let Ben see that you suspect anything, or he'll——
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