MRS. MUNNING. Not coming? And me just telling her they were all you went to Bollington for!
PAUL. You shouldn't tell her lies. You know they weren't all I went for.
MRS. MUNNING. She liked to think they were. You've got a memory like a sieve.
PAUL. I didn't forget. I went to the shop and asked the price. They wanted sixpence each. Sixpence for a single rose. Have you any idea what a lot of roses it takes to make a decent-looking bunch?
MRS. MUNNING. Will you never get it into your thick head that it's worth spending money to gain money?
PAUL. You've got the spending habit lately. There's no need to spend for the sake of spending. I'm engaged to Virginia. What more do you want?
MRS. MUNNING. I want you to keep engaged till you're married. You're growing careless and neglecting her.
PAUL. Neglecting! I gave her a kiss just now.
MRS. MUNNING. That cost you nothing. What made you stop putting flowers in her room?
PAUL. I'm not marrying a wife to stand at her heels with silly flowers. And there isn't a woman on earth worth buying roses for at sixpence a bloom.