JABEZ (Meekly). I try not to, my dear. I do try not to. Only this matter—it's not as if you had a mother, is it now?
ROSIE. Oh, you can trust me to judge whether a man comes because he wants me or whether he's only a vulgar fortune-hunter. Whatever Charlie is or isn't, he's not after my money.
JABEZ. No, Charlie never is after money. You're easily the better business man. He's always got his head full of ideas about pampering the men instead of thinking of the welfare of the firm.
ROSIE (Snappishly). You needn't think you can get me to break it off, so don't try. You can say what you like to him so long as you remember I'm going to marry him.
JABEZ. Well, well, I must see what I can make of Charlie. (Drinks.) I'll tell you one thing, my dear, you're a good deal more eager about it than he is.
ROSIE. Possibly. You needn't worry about that.
JABEZ. But I do worry, my dear. How can I help it? (Rosie moves impatiently.) Now don't fly in a temper. He is taking his time in coming up to scratch. Let me ask you one thing?
ROSIE. Yes?
JABEZ. When are you going to be married?
ROSIE. I really don't know.