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Marguerite Collins:
Here I am, tied to a little shop. Ah well. We must try to smile, eh? But it is lonely. My husband is in a hospital in France. The war.

William Marble:
Where was he wounded?

Marguerite Collins:
Ohhh... [shakes head] . That I cannot tell you. Oh, it is terrible!

Annie Marble:
Oh, Will. Will, could you, could you manage to let me have a little something for Winnie's school? They spoke to her again about it, yesterday. It's very awkward for her.

William Marble:
For the love of...

Annie Marble:
Oh, it'd be such a pity for her to have to give up the course. She's getting along so nicely in her shorthand.

William Marble:
I can't do it, Annie.

Winnie Marble:
Oh, please Daddy, I wish you could. If I can only keep on a little bit longer, then I'll be a full fledged stenographer. Then, I can help.

Annie Marble:
That's right, Will.

Winnie Marble:
Have you seen many kangaroos?

James Medland:
Kangaroos? Why, rather, I, I've hunted them quite a bit.

Winnie Marble:
Oh, I say! Ha-ha.

James Medland:
Well, look here, I mustn't stop long, I really have to go.

William Marble:
That's alright. There's no hurry, is there? Seeing you're a gay, young bachelor. Ha!

William Marble:
That's why I say, you're lucky to have turned up when you did.

James Medland:
But, why? What's it got to do with me?

William Marble:
You've got the capital and I've got the knowledge. It seems to me we ought to make a pretty strong combination.

James Medland:
Oh, I've really very little money that I can touch and I'm not sure I want to...

William Marble:
You only need a little. You've probably got enough in your case!

James Medland:
No, thanks. I'm not keen on it.

William Marble:
But, dash it all! You don't object to making money do you? If the Franc goes to 60 and you've bought tonight you'd make a hundred per cent of your money. But, if you bought it on margin, you'd make a thousand!

William Marble:
Well, drink up.

James Medland:
Cheerio.

Winnie Marble:
Dad! Breakfast will be ready soon. It's Sunday morning, kippers.

William Marble:
Who's that?

Annie Marble:
Why, what's the matter, dear?

William Marble:
Nothing.

Winnie Marble:
Hello, Mr. Hammond.

Hammond:
Hello, yourself, young woman. Hello, Will.

William Marble:
Oh, it's you.

Hammond:
Who did you think it was? Rita Garbo! Ha-ha-ha! Hello, Mrs. M.

Annie Marble:
Nicely, thank you.

Hammond:
That's good. Well, Will, how's the world treating you?

William Marble:
Alright. And you?

Hammond:
Mustn't grumble.

Hammond:
Well, I'll be blow!

Annie Marble:
I am worried. He acts so strange!

Hammond:
I never saw such a thing in me life.

William Marble:
Well, ha! Here's to ya!

Winnie Marble:
Will, have you made some money?

William Marble:
A little, nothing much. Just about enough to keep us all in luxury for the rest of our lives. That's all.

Annie Marble:
Dad?

Winnie Marble:
How much do you mean?

William Marble:
Well, the right side of 30,000 pounds, shall we say.

Annie Marble:
30,000 pounds!

Winnie Marble:
30,000, Daddy!

Annie Marble:
Will, how can you have made all that?

William Marble:
Perhaps 'cause I'm not quite a fool as you thought, Annie. Ha! I gambled in Francs and it happened to come off. You wouldn't understand.

Winnie Marble:
Oh, that's marvelous!

William Marble:
That's an idea. You need a good holiday, Annie. How would you like a stay at a swanky hotel? Somewhere larger where there's a band and a pier. Hey, Winnie?

Winnie Marble:
Oh, that'd be marvelous, Daddy! Wouldn't it, Mum? We'd meet lots of nice people, ladies and gentlemen, I mean.

William Marble:
Oh, you'll be in with all the nobs, Winnie. You'll be looking down at your old father, likely enough, before long.

Winnie Marble:
Oh, no, Dad, I won't. Never. Mum, we'll have to dress every night for dinner. I shall need lots of new clothes! I'll go make a list! Oh, this is too marvelous!

Marguerite Collins:
Oh! [Noticing a painting on the wall of a stag] How interesting. It's so... male.

William Marble:
Beg your pardon?

Marguerite Collins:
It so, what you say, he-man.

William Marble:
Oh, I see.

Marguerite Collins:
Ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha. Oh! [Noticing a charcoal painting of nude] Oh-la-la! Ha-ha-ha.

William Marble:
Oh, do you smoke?

Marguerite Collins:
Thank you, yes.

William Marble:
I say, what's your name?

Marguerite Collins:
Marguerite. But, my friends, they call me Rita.

William Marble:
Including me?

Marguerite Collins:
If you like. I think your wife would be a little, eh, surprised, eh?

William Marble:
Shouldn't call you that in front of her.

Marguerite Collins:
Oh, I think you are a very naughty man.

William Marble:
It's your fault, you know, if I am.

Marguerite Collins:
My fault? But why, if you please?

William Marble:
Oh, your, I should like to have a talk with you, sometime. Your so wonderful. I've never met anyone like you before. I wonder if you and I...

Marguerite Collins:
Ha-ha-ha.

William Marble:
What are you laughing at?

Marguerite Collins:
Oh, you amuse me so much. You big masterful men. No sooner have you thought of something that you want, when, voila... but, what about me? Have I nothing to say in the matter?

William Marble:
Of course. but, I sort of thought, if you're lonely, well, I'm lonely, too.

Marguerite Collins:
Oh. Ha-ha. But, I only tease you.

Annie Marble:
Winnie, do you smoke cigarettes?

Winnie Marble:
Yes. Cigars don't agree with me.

William Marble:
You must go away at once. My wife is ill, terribly ill

Marguerite Collins:
What?

William Marble:
She mustn't know you are here. It would upset her.

Marguerite Collins:
Ha-ha-ha. So, you are so fond of her now?

William Marble:
Yes, I am.

Marguerite Collins:
What? That old bundle of rags.

William Marble:
Keep your filthy mouth shut!

Marguerite Collins:
500 pounds, please. I should ask for much more. Only I remember how much I love you, once.

William Marble:
You're as hard as nails, aren't you?

Marguerite Collins:
Well, you used to think so, once.

William Marble:
When I think I ever could have wanted you, it makes me feel sick.

Mr. Evans:
My word, a taxi, if you please! I say, take look at our neighbors, will you. They're off to the seaside.

Marguerite Collins:
Is it true, they have made some money?

Mr. Evans:
Some money? He made a fortune!

Marguerite Collins:
Oh. Is that his wife, in the dreadful clothes?

Mr. Evans:
Yes. And that's his kid. The stuck up little baggage!

Mr. Cuhlen, the butcher:
Mr. Marble.

William Marble:
Eh, morning, Cuhlen.

Mr. Cuhlen, the butcher:
You promised to settle your accounts at the first of the month. Today's the tenth and I ain't seen a copper.