UNA [paying no heed to her father's remark]. George, you must divorce your wife.
GEORGE. Me? Why she's as good as gold and——
UNA. That's unfortunate. [Thinking.] Then I'll have to run away with you and let her get the divorce.
BRAITHEWAITE [now really shocked]. Una!
UNA [innocently]. What, Dad? Have you something better to suggest?
BRAITHEWAITE [fuming]. I can't permit it. I didn't mind the uncommon scandal of your marrying a car conductor, but I absolutely draw the line at common scandal.