Butler. Where's your shovel?
Jack. Why—I haven't a shovel.
Butler. Well, what d'ya mean to use? Your hands?
Jack. I thought you might lend me—
Butler. Lend you! And me standin' out in the snow to watch ye return it, hey?
Jack (humbly). I won't steal anything. I'm trying honestly to earn the price of a shovel.
Butler. If ye didn't spend your money in drink, ye might have the price.
Jack. I haven't had anything to drink—nor anything to eat either.
Butler. Well, we ain't runnin' no breadline 'ere. Get along with ye! (Slams door.)
Jack (stands shaking his head meditatively) Gee! This is a cold world!