Bamford. Of course they are. I'll hand over your share when we've sold to the town.
Lucy. Sold! Profit! I thought——
Ste. Never mind what you thought. (Goes up to Lucy.) That wasn't meant for your ears. You'd better go back to the other room now. I'll talk to you after Mr. Bamford's gone. (Indicating her to exit.)
Lucy. I hope. Mr. Bamford will remember I'm engaged.
Ste. He'll remember you're going to be—to him. (Crosses down r. above, table.)
Lucy. Father, I've obeyed you long enough. I'm twenty-one now, and I'm going to take my own way.
Bamford (doubtfully). I don't like the look of this, Verity.
Ste. Look of what?
Bamford. She's a bit of a Tartar, isn't she?
Lucy. That's nothing to what I can do when I'm roused, Mr. Bamford.