LEONARD. I told you so.
ADA. What is it, father? What’s going to happen?
TIMBRELL. Put that Bible down here. [Pointing to table.] Pen and ink. [EDGAR brings pen and ink.]
ADA. Father, what are you going to do?
TIMBRELL. Sheila, I thought your name would be the next to be entered in this Book, but another is before you.
ADA. Father, I don’t want to be hard on Mary, but really—I do think—
SHEILA. I’m sorry for her but I think I ought to be considered. My wedding’s spoilt.
LEONARD. Inadequate, inadequate. My dear Sheila, you’re bringing us down to a lower level than we’ve reached yet.
MARY. I won’t stay. I thank you for your kindness ma’am. I give you a month’s notice, but if I may I’ll go now without wages.