CHARLIE. That's the last straw. I suppose I shall have that thrown in my face all my life.
ROSIE (reflectively). Let me see. Shall we say April 25? Lent will be over by then.
CHARLIE. Say what you like. I haven't a kick left in me.
ROSIE (going to door c. and calling). Father, father!
(Enter Jabez and John in their shirt-sleeves with billiard cues.)
JABEZ. Well, my dear. What is it? (c. behind table, John crosses R.c. Rosie is back l.c.)
ROSIE. Father, Charlie wants us to be married on April 25.
JABEZ. The young scamp. What a hurry he's in. Well, well, young people will be young people, eh, John? (Nudges John.)
JOHN. Thank you, my boy, thank you. You don't know what this means to me.
JABEZ. Yes, this saves a lot of trouble, Charlie. You're going to be a sensible fellow, after all.