[_He starts to door._]

KATE. Ted! Where are you going?

TED. I am going to change my hat. [_He goes out._]

KATE. I wish I knew what Ted really wants.

MARTIN. Money.

KATE. I've given him money. He hates me and he hates himself
because of it.

MARTIN. Naturally. The transaction hasn't been according to Hoyle.
Now if Ted were a Georgian Prince, and your grandpa had started the
ten-cent stores, it would be a different matter. There'd be
grandeur in it; intrigue, romance, finance--something to write up
for the Sunday papers. But room rent and a suit of clothes ...
that's shoddy. It's got to be Rolls Royces and polo ponies or
nothing.

KATE. Oh shut up. Do you think I like the situation? But I can't
see him starve.

MARTIN. Damn that woman! If he could have got a job ...

KATE. [_With sudden determination._] All right. If he wants a job,
I'll get him a job.

MARTIN. How?