Martin. Curious! That’s just what I wanted with you—I’ve wanted it all day ... and now we’ll have it—Miss Grayson!
Mary. Yes, sir? (Rises)
Martin. Get out. (She exits through door upper L., without noticing Rodney, who stands looking after her dejectedly. As he hears the door close) Now, what do you mean by overdrawing your allowance again?
Rodney. (Innocently) What it simply proves is that I was right when I told you my allowance was too small.
Martin. (Aghast) What!
Rodney. And if my allowance is too small for one, it’s much too small for two.
Martin. For two?
Rodney. Father, has it ever occurred to you that I might marry?
Martin. Of course it has! You’re fool enough for anything.