“No, darling, but there was an agent in the house. He must have thought you bad.”
“That’s none of your business!”
“And, if you don’t get engagements, what’s to become of us?”
“I don’t care a hang,” said Lily. “I can always manage.”
“You ... you ... and what about me? We’re married, aren’t we?”
“But the money I earn’s mine,” said Lily. “I mean to buy dresses and whatever I want to, with my money. You’ll be wanting to come on the stage next, in evening-dress, to stand over me while I do my turn, and getting out your belt. Do you take me for your daughter, tell me?”
“What I’m saying,” said Trampy, aghast, “is for your good, from the point of view of the business, the salary.”
“My business, my salary, damn it!” cried Lily. “Mine, mine, do you understand? And it concerns nobody but myself!”