(Having unlocked box and taken a bag from it.) You see that? (He showers gold out of it.) Well, count it! (JANET: Gracious! Ten--fifteen--eighteen--twenty?--two--four--twenty-six pounds. These your savings?) That's what I've earned with painting, just at odd times. (JANET: Really? You could knock me down with a feather!) I'll tell you. You know the framemaker's next to Salmon and Gluckstein's. I buy my colours and canvases and things there. They cost money. I owed the chap two pounds once, and one morning, in the shop, when I was opening my box to put some new tubes in, he saw one of my pictures all wet. He offered of his own accord to take it for what I owed him. I wouldn't let him have it. But I was rather hard up, so I said I'd do him another instead, and I did him one in a different style and not half as good, and of course he liked it even better. Since then, I've done him quite a few. It isn't that I've needed the money; but it's a margin, and colours and frames, etc. come to a dickens of a lot in a year.

Carve Monologue from The Great Adventure: A Play of Fancy in Four Acts

Rehearse Carve's monologue