ROSIE. Because I needed help and I sought an instrument. A woman's handicapped. I can do a lot with my father, but I never dared to interfere openly at the works. That was his territory, and I knew he'd stand no petticoat government there. I wanted a man's help. I wanted you.
CHARLIE. Why didn't you tell me this before? We could have done so much?
ROSIE. Charlie, do you realize that I'd to live with my father? You had your differences with him, but at any rate they were confined to business hours. For me, there was no escape. I lived under the same roof with him, so I'd to do my good by stealth unknown to him.
CHARLIE. But why keep it from me?
ROSIE (pityingly). My dear boy!
CHARLIE. Well?
ROSIE. You, with your passion for the truth!
CHARLIE (a little hotly). Do you object to that?
ROSIE. I like it. But it made it impossible for me to tell you this before.
CHARLIE. Why? (Pause.)