Minnie. But he can’t, poor boy, he doesn’t know anything.
Horace. Doesn’t know anything? What does she mean?
Mrs. Clarence. There are plenty of fools who manage to earn their own living. A little adversity will be the making of him. It’s a terrible blow, all the same, and you are brave to face it as you are doing.
Horace. Damn it! it’s my trouble she is facing, not hers. Brave?
Minnie. You’ll find something for Horace, won’t you, dear?
Dicey. Well, I don’t know. Mr. Horace Parker has not made himself particularly pleasant to me.
Horace. A good job, too.
Minnie. Oh, Arthur, for my sake! Please!
Dicey. That’s enough. Your slightest wish is law to me. I’ll get him a berth with some friends of mine in the city. They’ll take him on as clerk to oblige me—but he’ll have to learn typewriting.
Horace. No! I’m damned if I do!