Mary. What are you going to do?
Rodney. I’m going to work.
Mary. (Excited) You are—really? (Rises)
Rodney. Yes, indeed—father couldn’t make me do it, but you have. I’ll work for you.
Mary. Oh, you are splendid. Will you get a position?
Rodney. I should say not! Work for someone else? No, sir—I’m going in business for myself—for you. I’m going to show the stuff that’s in me. Of course, we can’t get married till I’ve made good. Will you wait?
Mary. (Shyly) Yes, dear.
Rodney. You’re a dandy.
Mary. What business are you going in?