Belle. How could I live in such an expensive place?
Jack. You don't have to stay in a hotel. You might live there for fifteen dollars a week.
Belle. But, Jack, I never earned fifteen dollars a week in my life.
Jack. You won't have to earn it. If you'll only wait a little while, I'll have it. If you'll only wait five months——
Belle. Jack, why do you always keep talking about the money you're going to have in five months?
Jack. I can't explain, Belle, but won't you believe me? I had a lot of money once, but I didn't appreciate it—I didn't realize what it meant. Now that I've got you, I can promise you I'll enjoy spending it. Believe me and be patient—only five months more.
Belle (smiles wanly). I'm afraid, Jack, in five months I'll be dead.
Jack (clutching her hand). No, no! Don't talk like that! You mustn't do it, Belle! We're going to save you—I tell you we are. We're going to make the fight together—we're not going to say die! It's too cruel—too wicked!
Belle. Jack, why do you take so much trouble with me?
Jack. I'm going to bring you through! I mean it! I'm going to get the money, and send you to Florida. Dolly shall go with you, and you shall live out on the beach—just as my sister did.