_Jack._ You don't have to stay in a hotel. You might live there for
fifteen dollars a week.

_Belle._ But, Jack, I never earned fifteen dollars a week in my
life.

_Jack._ You won't have to earn it. If you'll only wait a little
while, I'll have it. If you'll only wait five months----

_Belle._ Jack, why do you always keep talking about the money you're
going to have in five months?

_Jack._ I can't explain, Belle, but won't you believe me? I had a
lot of money once, but I didn't appreciate it--I didn't realize what
it meant. Now that I've got you, I can promise you I'll enjoy
spending it. Believe me and be patient--only five months more.

_Belle (smiles wanly)._ I'm afraid, Jack, in five months I'll be
dead.

_Jack (clutching her hand)._ No, no! Don't talk like that! You
mustn't do it, Belle! We're going to save you--I tell you we are.
We're going to make the fight together--we're not going to say die!
It's too cruel--too wicked!

_Belle._ Jack, why do you take so much trouble with me?

_Jack._ I'm going to bring you through! I mean it! I'm going to get
the money, and send you to Florida. Dolly shall go with you, and you
shall live out on the beach--just as my sister did.