Lucy. Yes.
Ste. You're a fool. You've £1,000 a year. You're an heiress. He's a pauper..
Walter. I'm not a pauper, but I quite agree.
From the worldly point of view——
Ste. It's the only view I care-about. (To Lucy.) With your money you can look high.
Lucy. Thanks, father. When I want to buy a husband, I'll let you know. I'm thinking of marrying one at present.
Ste. (immensely surprised). Hullo! Showing spirit, are you? (Rises.)
Lucy. It's the first time, if I am.
Ste. And it had better be the last, if you don't want to quarrel. I'm not one of these weak-kneed modern fathers that let themselves be browbeaten by their own children. Perhaps you think you'll get him whether I consent or not?
Lucy. I hope you will consent. (Pause.),