CRILLY I have something to tell you, Marianne. I'll tell you in a while. (He takes a turn up and down)
MRS. CRILLY
What do you want to tell me?
CRILLY
Prepare your mind, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
What is it?
CRILLY
I owe you money, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
Money! How do you owe me money?
CRILLY
That cute boy, James Covey, who took in all the town—
MRS. CRILLY (rising) Covey! My God! You backed a bill for him?
CRILLY
I'll make a clean breast of it. I did.
MRS. CRILLY (with fear in her eyes) How much is it?