Steven. Yes, Moles?

Moles. The champagne is out, sir.

Steven. Order another case.

Moles. I did, three days ago, over the telephone, and I called them up yesterday to ask about it, and they said your bill was so long outstanding they'd please like it settled before filling any future orders.

Steven. Tell Mrs. Carley; the household bills

are her affair, aren't they?

Moles. She says there is some mistake. She gave you a check for the wine bill last month, sir.

Steven. Did she? Oh, of course she did. It was the day I heard about Alabama Rails and I bought a couple on margin! They're down just now. The wine people must wait.

[Dismissing him.

Moles. But we've a big luncheon, sir, to-morrow and no wine.

Steven. Very well, then, I'll get Miss Georgiana to give you a check. I don't want to bother Mrs. Carley, she's got a headache.

Moles. The wages are due, sir, and the trades books weren't settled last month.

Steven. Well, I'll attend to it all to-morrow or next day, Moles. Give me my coat, will you? [Moles gets the coat from the sofa

and hands it to Steven.] I've been short of ready money for a little while, but things are looking up. By the way, you're a good sort; I'd like to do you a good turn. I happen to be on to something, Moles, on to something down in Wall Street. Would you like to make a little money?

Moles. [Brightening visibly.] Indeed and I would, sir. I've got two thousand three hundred and sixteen dollars in my savings bank, and I've heard of how these Wall Street magnums made fortunes out of less'n that.

Steven. I'll double it for you! You get it for me, Moles, and I'll make it into five or six thousand for you, sure!

Moles. Thank you, sir!

Steven. [Writes in note book.] I'll put in an order to buy for you the first thing in the morning; and you have your money down at my office

by ten o'clock, can you?

Moles. Yes, sir, I can get off in the morning. I can't thank you enough, sir!

Steven. Oh, that's all right,—we'll be a rich household here before we get through, Moles. They'll be telephoning us to please send in some orders for champagne!

[Puts note-book away.

Moles. Oh, don't trouble about these bills, sir. I can hold off the people a little longer, and I'll order the wine in another place.

Steven. That's a good boy, Moles, then I won't have to bother my sister.

Moles. Yes, sir.

[He goes out as Georgiana and the children enter Left.