Rodney. Sure. Father did; look at the money he made. Why shouldn’t I?
Mary. (Rises, goes L.) You’re joking.
Rodney. I’m in dead earnest. I’m going to buck the trust. (Rises)
Mary. But how can you?
Rodney. I don’t know, but I will. You see, I’ll have all the popular sympathy: independent young son of soap-king fights father; don’t buy from the trust.
Mary. But is that very nice to your father?
Rodney. Has he been nice to me? It’s great! Down with monopoly! Hurrah for the people! I’ve heard political speeches like that. Hurrah for the people’s soap! That isn’t a bad name, either. The People’s Soap. (Lays book on table)
Mary. But you haven’t any capital.
Rodney. (Dejected) I never thought of that.
Mary. You’d need a lot of money.