BRAITHEWAITE [angry and advancing on him]. I could have you prosecuted for blackmail, sir. Have you no honor?
GEORGE. Sure. My honor says provide for your family. I've got the makings of a big man in me, Mr. Braithewaite. You can't chain me down with a poor man's morals.
BRAITHEWAITE. Well! I——
GEORGE. I'll work in any job you give me, too. I'm not asking for a cinch, only a chance. If she— [pointing to UNA]—could teach me, Naomi can.
BRAITHEWAITE [after a pause]. Well, call around at my office in the morning.
GEORGE. Thanks. [He goes out.]
UNA [sitting to weep]. And I thought I could be unusual.
BRAITHEWAITE [patting her]. It's easy enough for Shaw, dear. He only writes it.
UNA [jumping up]. That's it. I'll write it. I'll write a play showing it's useless trying to escape the usual. [Running up to her father, GEORGE'S cap in her hands.] That will be unusual, won't it, Dad?
[Reenter GEORGE.]