Roger:
Most girls are not hard to live with—at first.
Lucy:
A young lady who is wise and virtuous.
Roger: (wonderingly)
And you say you raised her?
Lucy: (furiously)
Why don't you go ahead and say what you want to say wiseacre?
Roger: Well do you want me to speak openly? I don't like this alliance at all. And I forsee that it won't benefit anyone. Mr. Edward spends his money because he is in love and love makes a man open handed: marriage ruins love. If my master becomes a miser where will we be?
Lucy: He's of too prodigal a nature ever to turn miser. Has he given orders for today's feast?
Roger:
Let's see. Three cooks arrived with their set ups. Leonard, the famous
Leonard marched at their head. The illustrious Florel has sent six
bottles of Champagne—he made it himself.
Lucy:
So much the better. I love expensive stuff—but here is Mr. Edward.
(Edward Townley enters from the house. He is youthful, open, and expensively dressed.)
Edward: Ha! Good day, my dear Lucy—how are things with you, child? And how is your beautiful lady?