WILLIAM. I'm young Crosby.
DONOHUE. I see. Live here, I suppose?
WILLIAM. Certainly, where else should I live?
DONOHUE. I thought perhaps you might be married.
CROSBY (L.C.). He's not, but if he were he'd live with us and——
WILLIAM. No, father. When I marry I've got to have my own home and——
CROSBY. Nonsense. Don't talk like a fool. You'd live here with me and your mother—and your wife, of course.
DONOHUE. I think perhaps we'd better defer that discussion, gentlemen. (He turns toward HELEN.) And this young lady?
WILLIAM. My fiancée, Miss O'Neill.
DONOHUE. Well, that finishes that. (Rises, standing below table R.)