Jack No, they are not. Never mind–give the letter to me.
(Maude gazes pensively at nothing. Jack opens the letter with a fork, and reads silently.)
Jack (to himself, muttering). Of course, it's money,–always money. Only a dollar and fifty cents apiece,–a man ought not growl. Umph! "The happy old days." Yes, I remember.
Maude (meekly). Remember what, Jack, dear? (He reads. Silence. She folds and unfolds Valeria's letter.)
Jack (suddenly). By George!
Maude (buttering a biscuit, slowly). What is it?
Jack By George!
Maude What is it? A woman might as well live on–on Vesuvius!
Jack George Graham is in the New York legislature!
Maude Professor George De Witt Graham!