Ste. You're going to be Mayor, aren't you?
Bam. Yes.
Ste. And you promised her a carriage?
Bam. Yes.
Ste. And as much dressing as she's a mind to? Bam. Yes.
Ste. (sits above table). Then what's troubling you? What else does any female woman want?
Bam. (sits l. of table). Eh! I dunno! They're a grasping lot, women..
Ste. Damn you, Sam, do you fancy my girl's not been well brought up? You're as good as telling me she's not good enough for you.
Bam. Nay, I'm not; I'm only thinking I may not be good enough for her.
Ste. I'm best judge of that. The thing's settled. We said it once, you and I, and we're not weathervanes.