TED. Then, if you'll excuse me I'll go into the other room and lie down. I've developed a frightful headache.
BISHOP. That is unfortunate. Have you aspirin?
TED. Yes, thank you. [He goes into bedroom, closing door.]
BISHOP. Now there is a fine young man who's facing a real problem. He certainly wasn't trained for commercial pursuits. Yet there he is--selling. Uh, what is he selling, Kenneth?
KENNETH. [Sarcastically.] Books.
BISHOP. I knew his father well. A gentleman and a scholar. Unfortunately, he was a gambler. The depression finished him.
KEN. It's finishing a lot of us.
BISHOP. My boy, I would not have you be extravagant, but I still have enough. I can still support you.
KEN. I'm sick of living on charity.
BISHOP. Charity?