Gerald.
Well, the fact is, I’ve been spending a good deal of money lately, and I’m rather broke.
Mrs. Dot.
How stupid of me! I’ve always had such lots myself it never occurs to me that any one else may be hard up. And I’ve let you pay all sorts of things for me, theatres and dinners and heaven knows what. I must owe you a perfect fortune.
Gerald.
Nonsense! You don’t owe me a penny.
Mrs. Dot.
Well then, in future I insist on paying for everything. I’m not going to give up our little dinners at the Savoy and our suppers and all the rest of it. Don’t be so silly. You know I have ten times more money than I know what to do with.
Gerald.
Yes, I can see you furtively slipping your purse into my hand so that I should pay for a luncheon, and giving me a shilling over for the cab. No, thank you.