LEONARD. The first money we get is for a perambulator--no. The first is for a pint or a peck, or whatever it is, of what's-his-name's food for the baby. Second, the perambulator. You're only third, Mrs. Greaves. Rather a bad third, but your turn will come. MARY. It's not fair to her. She ought to be paid. LEONARD. Of course she ought. We ought all to be paid. I'm in favour of handsome incomes all round and I hope Lloyd George will take it up. But, look here, Mrs. Greaves, we're all in the same boat. Now is there anything _you'd_ like to pawn? I'm treating you as a friend. MARY. There's your watch. LEONARD. There's my watch. My wife suggests my watch. A nuisance to me, of course. As a friend, Mrs. Greaves, what do you say to that? MRS. GREAVES. I should be sorry, sir, but I must have my money. LEONARD. You shall have it with compound interest at 5 per cent. Do you know what that means? MRS. GREAVES. I think so. LEONARD. It's more than you can get safely elsewhere so it means that the longer we keep you out of your money the more it will be to your advantage. MRS. GREAVES. I think you're a funny gentleman. LEONARD. [_To MARY._] She's found me out. MARY. Mrs. Greaves, we've got some money coming in a day or two. At least I think so. But I'm anxious about the baby and I must have some for it. I will pay you. I will. MRS. GREAVES. Can you give me a little? MARY. Yes, you shall have something to-morrow. MRS. GREAVES. I think I know of an old perambulator. MARY. Do you? Could we borrow it. We'd pay when we could. MRS. GREAVES. I'll see. MARY. Thank you, Mrs. Greaves. MRS. GREAVES. I don't want to be hard. MARY. You've been very kind. MRS. GREAVES. P'raps there'd be no harm in letting the doctor have a look at the baby. MARY. Do you think so? Do you think he's-- MRS. GREAVES. He looks a little bit peaked. MARY. You know about babies, too, don't you? MRS. GREAVES. I should do. I've had seven of my own. MARY. We'll have the doctor. And thank you, Mrs. Greaves. MRS. GREAVES. I've been a bit soft, I know that. [_She goes out._] MARY. Will you sell your watch, then, or pawn it? LEONARD. Oh! MARY. And will you bring the doctor first? LEONARD. Now, is that necessary? MARY. And we must have some money for her to-morrow. LEONARD. You choked her off very well. I can't keep serious enough. MARY. She must have it. LEONARD. Where's all this money to come from? MARY. There's your watch. I've not many things. Some of my clothes could go. I can't lose my wedding-ring. [_She moves towards the door._] LEONARD. Where are you going? MARY. I'm going to look at him. LEONARD. Wait a moment. This is getting serious. I'll write to my mother again. I'll ask her to come. It's absurd. He thinks he's teaching me a lesson. I suppose he is. Mary, do you remember exactly what he said that day--I mean about the three hundred pounds? The old man's very particular about keeping his word. That sort of people always are. MARY. Aren't you?