Part 16 (1/2)

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

Yes, yes. [Turning.] By the way, Kitty, Hopwoods have just sent in their bill for erecting this conservatory.

LADY TWOMBLEY.

[Clinging to the back of the chair.] Oh!

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

You remember I transferred, at your request, seven thousand some odd pounds to your account at Scott's when we projected the--h'm!--pardonable little extravagance?

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Y--yes.

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

Hopwoods can wait till midsummer. Perhaps you wouldn't mind letting me have the use of the money in the meantime?

LADY TWOMBLEY.

No, certainly not.

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

A cheque any day this week----

LADY TWOMBLEY.

All days are equally convenient.

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

Kitty, I _will_ hold on till Christmas!

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Thank you, pa--I---- [She turns to him suddenly.] Oh, pa, I haven't got--I haven't--I----

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

Haven't what, Kitty?

LADY TWOMBLEY.

N--nothing. Go--go to Dora. [He goes out.] Oh! where shall I turn for money? Where shall I turn? Where shall I turn--for money? [MRS.

GAYl.u.s.tRE advances and faces LADY TWOMBLEY.] Ah! Mrs. Gayl.u.s.tre!

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.