Bobbie. Yes, I know something that will banish your mother's disapproval altogether....
Faith. She hasn't disapproved yet. I only said she might.
Bobbie. Well, she's pretty certain to want you to make a good match. I know what mothers are, they all do. I'm not a good match I know, but what she doesn't know is that I have wonderful prospects.
Faith (with interest). Have you?
Bobbie. I should never have proposed to you, otherwise.
Faith. Well, you haven't proposed properly.
Bobbie. I mean to when I've told you everything. Will you listen? (Moves to R. of Chesterfield.)
Faith. Of course.
Bobbie. Well, have you ever met my Uncle Daniel? (Sits by her on Chesterfield.)
Faith. No.