ALBERT (his hand on the handle of door) Well so-long.
MRS. CRILLY
Where are you going?
ALBERT
I'm leaving you to talk it over with the old man.
Mrs. Crilly looks from Albert to Crilly.
CRILLY
The Master has let himself in for something serious, Marianne.
ALBERT
It's a matter of fifty pounds. The old man has let the
Guardians pay for a hundred tons of coal when only fifty were
delivered.
MRS. CRILLY
Is that so, Crofton?
CRILLY
It looks like it, Marianne.
ALBERT There were fifty tons of coal already in stores, but the Governor didn't take them into account. That cute boy, James Covey, delivered fifty tons and charged for the hundred. The old man passed on the certificate, and the Guardians paid Covey. They helped him to his passage to America. (He opens door and goes through)
MRS. CRILLY
They will dismiss him—dismiss him without a pension.