(Lightly.) Oh, well! We must wait and see what happens.
JANET. Supposing the dividend doesn't happen?
CARVE. I never worry about money.
JANET. But we shall want to eat once or twice pretty nearly every day, I
suppose?
CARVE. Personally, I am quite satisfied with a plain but perfect table.
JANET. You needn't tell me what you are satisfied with. You're satisfied
with the very best at one shilling and sixpence a pound.
CARVE. I can place eighty pounds per annum at your absolute disposal.
That alone will pay for over a thousand best cuts.
JANET. Yes, and what about your clothes and my clothes, and the rates
and taxes, and bus-fares, and holidays, and your cigarettes, and doctor,
and errand boys' Christmas-boxes, and gas, and coal, and repairs?
Repairs! A hundred and eighty is more like what we want.
CARVE. And yet you have several times taken your Bible oath that my
half-share of it all came to less than forty pounds.
JANET. Well--er--I was thinking of food. (She begins to collect the
breakfast things.
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