Harry (Begins violently). You think that I———-
(Stops with sidelong look at her.) I can't dodge about in ditches and live on air and water. Can I? I haven't any money—you know.
Bessie. He's been scraping and saving up for years. All he has is for you, and perhaps...
Harry (Interrupts). Yes. If I come to sit on it like a blamed toad in a hole. Thank you.
Bessie (Angrily). What did you come for, then?
Harry (Promptly). For five quid—(Pause.)—after a jolly good spree.
Bessie (Scathingly). You and that—that—chum of yours have been drinking.
Harry (Laughs). Don't fly out, Miss Bessie—dear. Ginger's not a bad little chap. Can't take care of himself, tho'. Blind three days. (Serious.) Don't think I am given that way. Nothing and nobody can get over me unless I like. I can be as steady as a rock.
Bessie (Murmurs). Oh! I don't think you are bad.
Harry (Approvingly). You're right there. (Impulsive.) Ask the girls all over———-(Checks himself.) Ginger, he's long-headed, too, in his way—mind you. He sees the paper this morning, and says he to me, 'Hallo! Look at that, Harry—loving parent—that's five quid, sure.' So we scraped all our pockets for the fare....