SCENE III.--_The Study._ Mr. TOOVEY and CHARLES _are alone together_. Mr. TOOVEY _has found it impossible to come to the point_. _Charles (looking at his watch)._ I say, Uncle, I'm afraid I must trouble you for that wigging at once, if I'm going to catch my train back. You've only seven-and-a-half minutes left to exhort me in, so make the most of it. _Mr. T. (with embarrassment)._ Yes, CHARLES, but--I don't wish to be hard on you, my boy--we are all liable to err, and--and, in point of fact, the reason I was a little upset at the mention of the Eldorado is, that a very dear old friend of mine, CHARLES, has lately lost a considerable sum through investing in a Company of the same name--and, just for the moment, it struck me that it might have been the music-hall--which of course is absurd, eh? _Charles._ Rather! He couldn't possibly have lost it in the _music-hall_, Uncle; it's ridiculous! _Mr. T. (relieved)._ Just what I thought. A man in his--ah--responsible position--oh no. But he's lost it in this other Company. And they've demanded a hundred and seventy-five pounds over and above the five hundred he paid on his shares. Now _you_ know the law. Can they _do_ that, CHARLES? Is he legally liable to pay? _Charles._ Couldn't possibly say without knowing all the facts. It's a Limited Company, I suppose? _Mr. T._ I--I don't know, CHARLES, but I can show you the official document which--ah--happens to be in my hands. I'm afraid I didn't examine it very carefully--I was too upset. (_He goes to his secretaire, and returns with a paper, which he offers for_ CHARLES'S _inspection_.) You won't mind my covering up the name? My--my friend wouldn't care for it to be seen--I'm sure. _Charles (glances at the top of the paper, and roars with laughter)._ I say, Uncle, your friend _must_ be a jolly old juggins! _Mr. T. (miserably)._ I don't think he could be described as _jolly_ just now, CHARLES. _Charles._ No, but I mean, not all there, you know--trifle weak in the upper story. _Mr. T. (with dignity)._ He never professed to be a man of business, CHARLES, any more than myself, and his inexperience was shamefully abused--_most_ shamefully! _Charles._ Abused! But look here, Uncle, do you mean to say you don't see that this is a dividend warrant! _Mr. T._ I believe that is what they call it. And--and is he bound to send them a cheque for it at once, CHARLES? _Charles._ Send them a cheque? Great SCOTT! Why it _is_ a cheque! They're paying _him_. It's the half-yearly dividend on his five hundred, at the rate of seventy per cent. And he was going to----Oh, Lord!