MRS. M. [scandalised.] How could she? Everybody would think she was divorced or something.
FOSTER. Live with us, dear?
MAGGIE. [impatiently.] No, here, I meant.
CHARLEY. I’ve got a little cash put by that she could live on. Don’t cry, Lil, for heaven’s sake! Can’t any of you see my point—or won’t you?
MASSEY. I suppose you’re a Socialist.
CHARLEY. Doesn’t anybody but a Socialist ever have an idea?
MASSEY. They’re mostly mad, if that’s what you mean. And they’re always talking about the wickedness of the boss and the sweetness of the working man.
CHARLEY. I never said anything about either, and I’m not a Socialist.
PERCY. You’ll be better when Tennant’s gone.