Peale. God’s in His Heaven, all’s right with the world! (Crosses L.)
Rodney. Have you the money with you?
Ellery. Why, no.
Peale. Then you’ll send us a check to-day?
Ellery. I don’t get the money until next week.
Rodney. Why not?
Ellery. Father didn’t promise it to me till next Monday.
Peale. Well, ask him for it now.
Ellery. Oh, I’m afraid I can’t. He’s out of town.
Rodney. We can’t agree to hold the matter open until next Monday. (Goes to chair behind desk and sits)