Lucy. Father, I absolutely and finally decline to marry Mr. Bamford.
Bam. I ask you, does that sound like a quiet life?
Ste. Well, damme, Sam Bamford, you can't get a thousand a year without paying a tax on it.
Bam. You can pay too much tax if you get a woman thrown in with a razor instead of a tongue.
Ste. (disgustedly). I thought you were a man of your word.
Bam. And I thought you cracked to be a friend of mine.
Ste. I am your friend.
Bam. Perhaps; but as a rule when a man's as anxious as you are to sell an article I begin to think there's something wrong with the goods.
Ste. Didn't I tell you on Tuesday I didn't want her to marry at all?
Bam. Didn't Sir Charles' agent write me he wouldn't want to sell? And you know what you said about that.