MARY. You think you understand things but you don’t.
TIMBRELL. Mary, will you marry my son?
MARY. He’d hate me.
TIMBRELL. Nonsense, will you marry him?
MARY. I’d like to marry someone. I’ve got to face my father. He’ll be nasty.
LEONARD. May I point out to you, sir—
TIMBRELL. Silence. You will do what you are told. You are not one of us. You never have been. A useless dilettante. Here’s a chance for you. Don’t you see that? A chance. If you can’t take it, it shall be forced on you. Will you marry him Mary, or let him go out into the street?
MARY. If he’s like as you say, it’s no great catch.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Mary!
LEONARD. She’s right. I’m no great catch. She’s the sensible person in this conference. Let’s end it. Let’s do something else.