Here's our Ruth going to wed the young master. What do you say to that?
MARY (judicially). I say the young master's doing well for himself.
EPHRAIM (sourly). Nobody asks what I think.
GUY. That'll be all right, father.
EPHRAIM. Will it?
GUY. Oh, I'll tell you about it walking home. You've Mr. Butterworth's hand to shake.
EPHRAIM (dryly). It just depends if he's still a Radical.
MATTHEW. Me? I'm a maze. I don't know what I am.
EPHRAIM (genially smiling). I'll chance it then. (They shake.) Good night, Matt. (Genially.) Good night.
GUY. To-morrow, Ruth.