BARTHWICK. You mean he—ahem——
MRS. JONES. Yes, sir; and of course after he lost his place he married me.
MRS. BARTHWICK. You actually mean to say you—you were——
BARTHWICK. My dear——
MRS. BARTHWICK. [Indignantly.] How disgraceful!
BARTHWICK. [Hurriedly.] And where are you living now, Mrs. Jones?
MRS. JONES. We've not got a home, sir. Of course we've been obliged to put away most of our things.
BARTHWICK. Put your things away! You mean to—to—er—to pawn them?
MRS. JONES. Yes, sir, to put them away. We're living in Merthyr Street—that is close by here, sir—at No. 34. We just have the one room.
BARTHWICK. And what do you pay a week?