MR. BRIGGS (absently)
No. (Turning to her suddenly.) I was goin’ to ask you—well, of course, in a—a technical way, so to speak, I mean in a strickly technical way, so to speak, I’m not exactly of age yet, and I suppose I’d have to get my mother’s consent, because she’s a widow, too, and got herself appointed my guardian besides; and the truth is, she’s a pretty cold-hearted, bossy kind of a woman, and it’s goin’ to be a big difficulty gettin’ her to see this thing right.
MRS. CURTIS
To see what right?
MR. BRIGGS
The way I feel about you. I know it’s goin’ to be difficult, because I started to talk a little about it last night to my mother and my sister—her name’s Jessie—and they behaved—well, they behaved a good deal like two fiends.
MRS. CURTIS
They did?
MR. BRIGGS