Fenton [relieved]. Ah, now you're talking.
Margaret. So, you'll really come?
Fenton. How about this evening?
Margaret. Splendid! Sit down. [Fenton does so.] Mr. Fenton, you've quite aroused my curiosity. I know so few business men. Is your work interesting?
Fenton. Well, I can't say it was, until I started selling around this neighborhood.
Margaret. Is it difficult?
Fenton. Not if you've got personality, Miss. That's the thing, personality. If a feller hasn't got personality, he can't sell goods, that's sure.
Margaret. What do you mean by personality, Mr. Fenton.
Fenton. Well, it's what sells the goods. I don't know how else to explain it exactly. I'll look it up in the dictionary. [Takes dictionary and turns pages.] Here it is, ma'am. Per—per—why, it isn't in here. I guess they don't put in words that everybody knows. We all know what personality means. It's what sells the goods.
Margaret. I adore a strong, virile, masculine personality.