Wickham.
About nineteen thousand pounds, I believe.
Dorothy.
Oh, it’s absurd. It’s a most unfair proportion. It makes all the difference to us. On that extra two hundred and fifty a year we could almost keep a car.
Wickham.
My dear, be thankful if we get anything at all.
Dorothy.
[Aghast.] Jim! [She stares at him.] Jim, you don’t think! Oh! That would be too horrible.
Wickham.
Take care.