Lucy. Father!
Ste. You hold your tongue. I'll get you to talk in a minute. (To Walter.) What do you want to wait for?
Walter. I'm hoping to get a living before long.
Ste. So you have proposed on nothing a year. I thought as much.
Walter (with excessive dignity). I'm not without money, sir. I could afford to marry at once.
Ste. Could you now? And what might you call being not without money?
Walter. I've £150 a year.
Ste. You plutocrat! Lucy, do you hear that? He's £150 a year. Nice sort of marrying income, that is. Oh, but perhaps I'm wronging you. What's your father going to do for you when you marry?
Walter. I don't know. I haven't asked him.
Ste. Well, give a guess at it.