Flo. Herbert, you are still young, there is time yet.
Herb. Too late. I know father too well. He never will forgive me. When I took mother’s jewels—that turned his heart to stone.
Flo. Dear brother, I will win him over if you give me time. But he must know that you have truly repented. What are you doing now?
Herb. God knows, I am trying. I have had hard luck. I came to the door like a tramp. And here I am in his clothes. I’d sooner beg than take them, but Rachel made me put them on.
Flo. But you have been earning something.
Herb. (Bitterly.) Something! Yes, fifteen dollars per month in a livery stable and sleep in the stable.
Flo. Oh Herbert!
Herb. And I lost that job three months ago. Times were so hard they couldn’t keep me.
Flo. Have you no money?
Herb. (Bitterly.) Money! and out of work so long! Florence, you don’t know the world.