BRAITHEWAITE [also rising and moving his chair aside]. I fear you have been too rude.
UNA. So do I. I've never even introduced you. Father, this is—this is—— [To GEORGE.] By the way—I forgot to ask—what is your name?
GEORGE. Coxey, Miss.
UNA [sounding it]. Coxey. What's the first name? I can't call my husband "Coxey," you know.
GEORGE. George, Miss.
UNA [triumphantly]. George! There's a fine virile name for you. George Coxey! How strong that sounds! One of those names that would go equally well in the blue book or the police blotter.
GEORGE. I never——
UNA. Don't disclaim. I know you've never been arrested. One can see your goodness in your face.
BRAITHEWAITE [reprovingly]. Many of the best people go to jail now, dear.
UNA. I know. But he's not rich and thank heaven he's not a fanatic. Isn't he good-looking? And I'm sure he's strong. See those hands of his—a little rough, of course, but I like that, and so firm and, for his job, wonderfully clean. Don't hide them, George. They attracted me from the start.