[abut Will]

Hurry. Now is a good time to ask him. What! Go on, go on.

Ask him what?

About my money. He can't say that he hasn't got it with him now.

Can't you get it through your head that I didn't marry you for your fortune? I don't give a hang about the money.

But he does. And that's the whole point of it. Now will you go and ask him?!

No, why shame ourselves?

Shame? The shame's on you, not on me. Oh, on me too if I've married a coward.

Is that what you think of me?

Well, what else if you let him rob you out of my money?

'Money!' I'm sick of the talk of it. Is that all you Danahers think about - money?