Aunt Jane: And the rest belongs to Mr. Sage, I suppose?
Jill:
Er-Yes.
Aunt Jane: Well. I'm not going to sit on-Mr. Sage's part for any one. (She stands
Now, tell me, how much do all these instalments come to?
Jack
: Well, actually-(He takes out his pocket-book and consults it.)- actually to seven pounds eight and eight pence a week.
Aunt Jane: Good heavens! And how much do you earn?
Jack:
As a matter of fact-er-that is-six pounds.
Aunt Jane: But that's absurd! How can you pay seven pounds eight and eight pence out of
six pounds?
Jack
: Oh, that's easy. You see, all you have to do is to borrow the rest of the money for the payments from the Thrift and Providence Trust Corporation.
Jill: They're only too glad to loan you any amount you like, on note of hand alone.
Aunt Jane
And how do you propose to pay that back?
Jack:Oh, that's easy, too. You just pay it back in instalments.
Aunt Jane Instalments! (She claps her hand to her forehead and sinks back weakly into the chair. Then realises that she is sitting on Mr. Sage's piece and
leaps to her feet again with a little shriek.)
Jack:
Mr. Sage, or Marks and Spencer, or somebody? No, I am going home.
Aunt Jane! Is anything the matter? Would you like to lie down?
Aunt Jane: Lie down? Do you suppose I'm going to trust myself in a bed that belongs to
Jill
Oh, must you really go?
Aunt Jane: I think I'd better.
Jack
: I'll drive you to the station.
Aunt Jane
: What! Travel in a car that has only one tyre and two thingummies! No thank you-I'll take the bus. Eng.pg 93