Peale. He must be here to make a deal. Our scheme worked—we’ve put it over, and what did it? Advertising.
Rodney. But father’s no fool. We’ve got to be very careful. How’ll we handle it? I’m not used to putting it over on father.
Peale. Don’t forget the factory and the Ivory Soap people and the plans, and get busy. You know. (He makes motions and brings letter-file from rack and throws contents on desk) That rubber-stamp stuff.
Rodney. But isn’t this playing it rather low down on father?
Peale. Oh, don’t get cold feet now?
Rodney. We really haven’t anything to sell him.
Peale. Yes, we have—a trade-mark. You know it’s good, so do I. We only need your father to back us and we’ll make a lot of money for him in spite of himself.
Rodney. I guess that’s true.
Peale. Sure it is, and anyhow all’s fair in love and business.
Ellery. (Coming in at private door left) Oh, I beg pardon, but I was so fascinated at meeting the Countess, I forgot my stick.