Martin. What can you do? You’re not a producer—you never will be. (Crosses to L.) You’re just an idler. You couldn’t earn five dollars a week, but you’ll have a chance to try. You’ll get out of my house to-night or I’ll have you thrown out.
Rodney. Now, father——
Martin. Not another word, sir, not another word! (He kicks chair, and stamps out angrily, thru lower L. door)
Rodney. (To Mary) It’s getting more like that play every minute.
Mary. (Half crying) Oh, Rodney, Rodney, what have I done? I’m so—so sorry.
Rodney. You haven’t done anything—neither of us has. Father didn’t seem to give us a chance to. He did it all——
Mary. Oh, Rodney——
Rodney. You were bully the way you stuck up for me. When you said we’d starve together, I just choked all up.
Mary. (Genuinely) Please don’t, Rodney.
Rodney. Just because he’s got a lot of money he seems to think there isn’t any left, but I’ll show him. I may not have much at the start, but watch my finish.