CARVE. Upon my soul I don't know what money I have got.
JANET. It'll be just as well to find out before you get into the street.
CARVE. Let's see. Well, there's seven pounds (showing it.) and this
(pulling silver and gold from another pocket). Not much is it? Sixteen
shillings and sixpence. It's true I've an annuity of eighty pounds. I
was forgetting that.
JANET. (Pleased.) Have you indeed?
CARVE. Yes. But an annuity isn't ready cash, is it?
JANET. (Picking up Shawn's pocket-book.) And this? This seems rather
thick.
CARVE. I was forgetting that too. (Opens it and takes out many notes.)
JANET. My word! And you'd forgotten that! You ought to see a doctor.
CARVE. (Counting.) Twenty-one fives, and ten tens. That makes two
hundred and five pounds. (Half to himself.) I always knew I was a bad
lot--but where did I collar all that from? (To Janet.) I know what
I shall do! I shall go to the Grand Babylon.
JANET. The Grand Babylon Hotel? But it's the dearest hotel in London.
CARVE.
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