Mr. Toov. (feebly). I—I'd rather you didn't go to the—the Eldorado, Charles.
Charles. There's ingratitude! I thought you'd be touched by my devotion.
Mr. Toov. (to himself). I can't tell him I was thinking of going there myself! (Aloud.) You will show your devotion best by keeping away. The less young men go to such places, my boy, the better!
Charles. Not for you, Uncle. You forget that it's the humble five bob of fellows like me that help to provide your next dividend.
Mr. Toov. (wincing). Don't, Charles, it—it's ungenerous and undutiful to reproach me with being a shareholder when you know how innocently I became one!
Charles. But I wasn't reproaching you, Uncle, it was rather the other way round, wasn't it? And really, considering you are a shareholder in the Eldorado, it's a little too strong to condemn me for merely going there.
Mr. Toov. I—I may not be a shareholder long, Charles. Unless I can conscientiously feel able to retain my shares I shall take the first opportunity of selling them.
Charles. But why, Uncle? Better stick to them now you have got them!
Mr. Toov. What? with the knowledge that I was profiting by practices I disapproved of? Never, Charles!
Charles. But you can't sell without making a profit, you know; they've gone up tremendously.