Cray. Oh! it's bin a rotten season! Nothin's paid me. Had some big stable information for Doncaster week—that didn't pay me, couldn't even win place money. Tried the Stock Exchange; damned if that paid me—jumped in at the top of the market, crawled out at the bottom. (crosses to chair) Then there was the trial——
Car. Ah! I suppose the law expenses were heavy?
Cray. Oh, devilish!
Car. Bribing the servants must have been rather a serious item!
Cray. What d'ye mean?
Car. That was a most elaborate story my maid Thompson told the jury—Thompson was not very intelligent. It must have involved a great deal of careful rehearsal.
Cray. We needn't go into all that. (puts glass on table)
Car. You are astonished to find me here. What did you think I should do?
Cray. Thought you were with Carruthers.