ROSIE (sympathetically). I want to help you.
CHARLIE. Your father's right, Rosie. I've made a hash of things. There's nothing left for me to do here now. I've shot my bolt.
ROSIE. What do you propose to do?
Chaelie (irritably). Oh, I don't know yet. Go on living, I suppose. I shan't starve. I'm a qualified chemist. That's worth something anywhere. (Sitting l.c. on corner oj table.)
ROSIE. You're worth more here.
CHARLIE. Here! I can never hold my head up again after to-night. You don't understand what it is I've tried to do.
ROSIE. I understand very well, and I don't quarrel with what you wished to do, but you've gone about it in the wrong way. You were wrong, utterly wrong, in talking to my father as you did. What made you do it?
CHARLIE. I only told him the truth.
ROSIE. The truth! Don't you know that there are times when it's criminal to tell the truth?
CHARLIE. Never!