Great!
JANET. (To EBAG.) Don't you think we deserve some of that, as it were?
EBAG. Madam, I shall be delighted to pay you five thousand four hundred
pounds. That will be equivalent to charging you a nominal commission of
ten per cent.
JANET. Thank you.
CARVE. I won't touch a penny of their wretched money.
JANET. (Sweetly.) I wouldn't dream of asking you to, dearest. I
shall touch it. Goodness knows what street we shall be in after this
affair--and with my brewery shares gone simply all to pieces! Now,
dearest, you can take it off. (She resumes her seat.)
CARVE. (Lightly.) I'm hanged if I do!
ALCAR. But, my dear Mr. X!
CARVE. (Lightly.) I'm dashed if I take my collar off.
CYRUS. (Triumphant.) Ha! I knew it.
CARVE. Why should I offer my skin to the inspection of two individuals
in whom I haven't the slightest interest? They've quarrelled about me,
but is that a reason why I should undress myself? Let me say again, I've
no desire whatever to prove that I am Ilam Carve.
ALCAR.
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