(Peale and Rodney exchange looks and shake hands.)
Rodney. I congratulate you, father.
Martin. You needn’t. Your trade-mark might appeal to a lot of superstitious idiots, but as a business proposition I don’t think much of it. But now I’ll show old John Clark he can’t butt into my family affairs or get Ellery mixed up with my boy’s business.
Rodney. Yes, father, we’d much rather have you than Ellery.
Peale. Oh, much rather.
Miss Burke. (Entering) Oh, Mr. Martin!
Rodney. Yes?
Martin. Yes?
Rodney. (Going to her) That’s for me, father. (To Miss Burke) What is it?