CRILLY There's no use in beating about the bush. The bill was for three hundred pounds.
MRS. CRILLY
And what has the bank done?
CRILLY I'm sorry to say, Marianne, the bank has taken the money over from our account.
MRS. CRILLY
You've ruined us at last, Crofton Crilly.
CRILLY You should never forgive me, Marianne. I'll go to America and begin life again. (He turns to go out by shop)
MRS. CRILLY
We have no money left.
CRILLY
A hundred pounds, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
That's Anna's money.
CRILLY
Scollard should be satisfied.
MRS. CRILLY
Anna insists on getting her money.