Rodney. You do make it sound rather bad. I wouldn’t want us to give father the worst of it; we’ve always been pretty good friends, he and I. I guess I’d better tell him—in a week or so.
Mary. Why, Rodney, if you love me, we must get this awful suspense over.
Rodney. But suppose he does object?
Mary. Even then I wouldn’t give you up.
Rodney. Mary!
Mary. You could go into business, make a big man of yourself, make me proud of you——
Rodney. You talk just like the heroine in a play I saw last night. She wanted the hero to go to work, and he did, and then for four acts everybody suffered.
Mary. Don’t you want to work?
Rodney. (Seriously) I should say not. Imagine going to bed every night, knowing you’ve got to get up in the morning and go to business.