A shilling!
MARGERY.
Yes, a shilling. (Gaily.) To have meat, one must have money; and folks must eat as well as sing, Dick, love. Come, out with it!
DICK.
But suppose I haven't got it?
MARGERY.
How! what! you don't mean for to say that the last shilling that you put in your pocket, just to make a show, is gone?
DICK—(with a sigh.)
But I do, though—it's gone.
MARGERY.