Madden [interrupting very gravely]. Florrie. [He rises to his feet.]
Mrs. Madden [continuing without a pause]. There's an awful comical show down t' th' Hyperion. Regal'r scream, they say. Mrs. Montanio—
Madden [breaking in]. Florrie, there's somethin' I got to say to you.
Mrs. Madden [a little sulky]. I got lots I'd like t' say t' you. On'y I ain't sayin' it.
Madden [more quietly]. I wasn't goin' to say it now ... not 'till I finished goin' through these. [He makes a gesture toward the bills.] But when I saw your new shoes, an' specially when you spoke o' goin' out to-night....
Mrs. Madden. Well, why shouldn' I? I got t' have some fun.
Madden [keeping his self-control]. Look here, Florrie. D'you know what I was doin' when you came in?
Mrs. Madden. I didn't notice. Figgerin' somethin', I s'pose. Y' always are.
Madden. This mornin' at the office I got called to the phone. The Excelsior Shoe Comp'ny said you cashed a check there yesterday for fifteen dollars. Said you bought a pair o' shoes ... those, I suppose [He looks at her feet. She turns away sulkily.] ... an' had some money left over. Check came back to 'em this mornin' from the bank.—"No funds."
Mrs. Madden [with righteous but lazy indignation]. How'd I know there wasn't no money in th' bank?