George. Oh, speak it out, old man! The word will do you good.
Dennis. No, it wouldn’t do justice to the subject.
Steven. Well, Dennis, you needn’t think you’re the only one in this box.
Dennis. Hope he’ll get here on a rainy night, and no carriage at the station, as Rose suggested. Do you suppose a fiver would make our dearly beloved Burgess misunderstand the carriage order?
George. Burgess is a living proof of the saying, that “every man has his price.”
Steven. How do you know?
George. I found it out when he drove Mrs. Wycherly home, quite forgetting to say that Rose and I were to be picked up at Oakridge, as she had specially directed.
Steven (reprovingly).
“You sockin’ old fox!
You pretty white cat—