JACK. Your father, and my mother. Suppose the banns go up next Sunday, we could get married in a month and make one bite of the wedding and the testimonial do they'll want to give me.
ELSIE. I couldn't be ready in a month, Jack.
JACK. Well, I'm ready any time.
(She kisses him.)
Oh, now Elsie, that's a foul. You know——
ELSIE. You didn't kiss me. I kissed you. I do what I like in this house.
JACK. It's a big house, lass. You'll find less breathing space in my seven-and-six a week house in a row, with my mother in it, and all.
ELSIE (pulling him to the arm-chair and sitting herself on its arm). I've thought it all out, Jack. It won't be a house in a row. There are moors round Birchester, and we're going to live outside the town in a dinky little cottage where the air will always keep you at the top of your form, and I shall have a garden to look after and be handy for the links. I'm going to teach you golf. I shall drop hockey when I'm married. Married life demands sacrifices.
JACK. Yes. You're going to sacrifice a lot.
ELSIE. You're not going to begin all that over again, are you? Do you want to marry me?