Horace. That’s gone, and I wouldn’t have it back at that price. Only help him now.
Messenger. Try at the house.
Horace. They know me there.
Messenger. What of that?
Horace. I wouldn’t like Mrs. Clarence to see me in this condition.
Messenger. Your friend is dying.
(Horace pulls himself together and knocks loudly at the door. Footman opens door.)
Horace. There’s a poor fellow dying of cold and hunger. Ask Mrs. Clarence if she will——
(Mrs. Clarence appears behind Footman.)
Mrs. Clarence. What is it, John?