[Pained to refuse.] Oh no, Jimmie, I can't manage it. Basil made me promise I wouldn't let you have any more.
James.
What! He made you promise that?—Ugh, the mean skinflint.
Jenny.
We've lent you so much, Jimmie. And ma's had a lot, too.
James.
Well, look here, you can manage a sovereign, can't you? You needn't say anything about it.
Jenny.
I can't really, Jimmie. I would if I could. But we've got a rare lot of debts worrying us, and the rent will be coming along next week.
James.