Lucy. I won't be quiet while you wrangle over me like——
Ste. (thundering). Go to your room. I'll tame you.
(Lucy deliberately sits down.)
Bam. There you are, Verity. Regular spitfire. Too late to send her away now. I know what she is.
Walter (rising). So do I. She's a monstrous woman with an abnormally developed bump of business capacity and I absolutely decline to marry any member of a syndicate of avaricious thieves formed to swindle——
Ste. (interrupting). She's no more business capacity than a flea and I'll take her off the syndicate to-night, if that 'ull please you. Now then, which of you is it to be?
Bam. I don't wish to quarrel with you, Verity. I've told you I'm taking none.
Ste. (briskly). All right. Then you marry young Montgomery, Lucy. (Moves L. above table.)
Lucy. He says he won't have me while I'm in the Syndicate.
Ste. I'll get you out of that.