James.
No, I 'aven't.
Basil.
And she refused, I suppose.
James.
[Storming.] I tell you I don't want your dirty money.
Basil.
Well, then, we're both quite satisfied. You seemed to think that because I married Jenny I was bound to keep the whole gang of you for the rest of your lives. I'm sorry I can't afford it. And you will kindly tell the rest of them that I'm sick and tired of forking out.
James.
I wonder you don't forbid me your house while you're about it.