HORNBLOWER. Mrs. Hillcrist, ladies should keep to their own business.
MRS. H. I will.
HILLCRIST. Amy, do leave it to us men. You young man [He speaks to ROLF] do you support your father's trick this afternoon?
[JILL looks round at ROLF, who tries to speak, when HORNBLOWER breaks in.]
HORNBLOWER. My trick? And what dye call it, to try and put me own son against me?
JILL. [To ROLF] Well?
ROLF. I don't, but——
HORNBLOWER. Trick? Ye young cub, be quiet. Mr. Hillcrist had an agent bid for him—I had an agent bid for me. Only his agent bid at the beginnin', an' mine bid at the end. What's the trick in that?
[He laughs.]
HILLCRIST. Hopeless; we're in different worlds.