ELSIE (braced up). Father wouldn't stop me.
FLORENCE. He might try. Jack isn't quite our class, in a general way of speaking, is he?
ELSIE. Class! What is our class? We're nobodies.
FLORENCE. Still, as things go in Blackton we're rather upper crust, wouldn't you say?
ELSIE. Grandfather began life as a mechanic's labourer.
FLORENCE. Did he? I've never worried about our pedigree, but you wouldn't think it to look at him. (Looking at his portrait.)
ELSIE. Oh, he made money. One of the good old grinding, saving sort. But he began a good deal lower down than Jack. Jack's father was an undertaker.
FLORENCE. An undertaker!
ELSIE (hotly). Well, I suppose undertakers can have children like other people.
FLORENCE. Oh, I've no objections