IS. We shall be paupers!
MRS. IS. John Isman, that's absurd! A man who's worth a hundred million dollars, like you...
IS. It'll be gone... all of it!
MRS. IS. Gone?
Is. Do you realize that to-day I had to sell every dollar of my Transatlantic stock?
MRS. IS. [Horrified.] Good God!
IS. There has never been a day like it in all history! There are no words to tell about it!
MRS. IS. Oh, that monster!
IS. And the worst of it is, the man seems to be after me particularly! Everything I rely upon seems to collapse... everywhere I turn I find that I'm blocked.
MRS. IS. Oh, it must have been because of that affair in our house.. . and in the saloon that dreadful night. We ought never to have gone to that place! I knew as soon as I laid eyes on the man that he'd do us harm.