Peale. I don’t get you.
Martin. What is this—a joke? (Rises)
Rodney. Certainly it is: you two put up a joke on me, and Mary and I thought we’d put up one for you. Mary told me about that fool contract weeks ago.
Martin. You mean you’re going to marry her?
Rodney. Certainly not.
Peale. Now see here——
Martin. Why aren’t you going to marry her?
Rodney. Because we were married this morning, and we thought before we told you of our marriage we’d get her percentage for a wedding present. (Hands check to Peale. He gives it to Mary)
Mary. And it’s bigger than we ever hoped for.
Martin. By George, you boys were right: I am an old fool. Anyhow, I’ll win that bet from old John Clark.