MRS. BROOME. What do you call him, Mary?
MARY. Leonard, like his father.
MRS. BROOME. Is his father kind to you?
MARY. Yes.
BROOME. Of course she’d say that. I’ll have a talk with that young man. I never thought a daughter of mine—
MRS. BROOME. Now shut up.
BROOME. Oh! yes. Take his part. Never mind me. Never mind my feelings. Do you mean to say this young toff’s got no money, really?
MARY. He’s been brought up not to work and his father won’t give him any now.
BROOME. Ah! I see—I see. Vexed about this was he? And the young chap did the right thing. Well—a good-hearted lad, I see.