MR. BEN DIXON.
I mean, my dear, I cannot.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
What have you done—blued the lot?
MR. BEN DIXON.
Belinda, your vulgar expressions pain me. There is no need to be violent. Your own little fortune is undoubtedly somewhat involved, but so long as I have a crust——
MRS. BEN DIXON.
I don't want your crusts. I want to know what you've done with all my money. There was a tidy bit of it, and you've had the entire control of it—more fool me. What have you done with it?
MR. BEN DIXON.
I manipulated it, my dear, to the best of my poor ability. Unfortunately, Heaven has not——