MR TODD 
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EUPHEMIA.  Is it a dog ?  [Whistles.] Here, Fido, Fido !  
Trust, doggie, trust !    
OSSORY.  that’s it !  they won’t trust, those dogs !  To 
put it short—[a spasm of agony crosses his face]—Good Lord 
alive, I’m short !  If I can’t find a couple of hundred 
thousand before the twelfth I’ll be hammered.  
EUPHEMIA.  And so——?  
OSSORY.  Very decent young fellow, little Delhomme.  
I can borrow half a million from him if I want it ;  but I 
don’t care to unless—unless things—unless you——  
EUPHEMIA.  I’m the goods, am I ?  You old bear !    
OSSORY.  I know, Phemie, I know.  It’s those damned 
bulls on Wall Street !  How could I foresee——  
EUPHEMIA.  At least you might have foreseen that I 
was not a bale of cotton.  
OSSORY.  But I shall be hammered, my dear child.  We 
shall all have to go to the workhouse !    
EUPHEMIA.  [coldly].  I thought mamma had three thou-
sand a year of her own.  
OSSORY.  That’s just what I say.  The workhouse !    
EUPHEMIA.  My dear father, I really can’t pity you.  I 
think you’re a fool, and you’ve insulted me.  Good 
morning !    
[She goes out. 
OSSORY.  Oh, the disgrace of it, the shame of it !  She 
little knows—How will the Receiver look at that Gala-
pagos turtle deal ?  Receivers are damned fools.  And 
juries are worse.  Ah, Phemie, so little a sacrifice for the 
father who has given all for you—and she refuses !  Cruel !  
Cruel !  Which way can I turn ?  Is there nobody whose 
credit——  Let’s  think.   Jenkins ?   No  good.   Maur ?