Unknown. [Tearfully.] Sure?  Of course I’m sure.  A crimson silk purse.  It was all the money I had.

Jack.  I really am awfully sorry—­my head’s so jolly bad.  I ’ve asked the butler, but he has n’t seen it.

Unknown.  I must have my money——­

Jack.  Oh!  Of course—­that’ll be all right; I’ll see that that’s all right.  How much?

Unknown. [Sullenly.] Seven pounds-twelve—­it’s all I ’ve got in the world.

Jack.  That’ll be all right; I’ll—­send you a cheque.

Unknown. [Eagerly.] No; now, please.  Give me what was in my purse; I’ve got to pay my rent this morning.  They won’t’ give me another day; I’m a fortnight behind already.

Jack. [Blankly.] I’m awfully sorry; I really have n’t a penny in my pocket.

     [He glances stealthily at Barthwick.]

Unknown. [Excitedly.] Come I say you must—­it’s my money, and you took it.  I ’m not going away without it.  They ’ll turn me out of my place.

Jack. [Clasping his head.] But I can’t give you what I have n’t got.  Don’t I tell you I have n’t a beastly cent.

Unknown. [Tearing at her handkerchief.] Oh! do give it me! [She puts her hands together in appeal; then, with sudden fierceness.] If you don’t I’ll summons you.  It’s stealing, that’s what it is!

Barthwick. [Uneasily.] One moment, please.  As a matter of—–­er —­principle, I shall settle this claim. [He produces money.] Here is eight pounds; the extra will cover the value of the purse and your cab fares.  I need make no comment—­no thanks are necessary.

[Touching the bell, he holds the door ajar in silence.  The unknown lady stores the money in her reticule, she looks from Jack to Barthwick, and her face is quivering faintly with a smile.  She hides it with her hand, and steals away.  Behind her Barthwick shuts the door.]

Barthwick. [With solemnity.] H’m!  This is nice thing to happen!

Jack. [Impersonally.] What awful luck!

Barthwick.  So this is the way that forty pounds has gone!  One thing after another!  Once more I should like to know where you ’d have been if it had n’t been for me!  You don’t seem to have any principles.  You—­you’re one of those who are a nuisance to society; you—­you’re dangerous!  What your mother would say I don’t know.  Your conduct, as far as I can see, is absolutely unjustifiable.  It’s—­it’s criminal.  Why, a poor man who behaved as you’ve done —­d’ you think he’d have any mercy shown him?  What you want is a good lesson.  You and your sort are—­[he speaks with feeling]—­a nuisance to the community.  Don’t ask me to help you next time.  You’re not fit to be helped.

Jack. [Turning upon his sire, with unexpected fierceness.] All right, I won’t then, and see how you like it.  You would n’t have helped me this time, I know, if you had n’t been scared the thing would get into the papers.  Where are the cigarettes?