Knox. Why don't you marry her? It's about time you settled down.
George. [With a chuckle.] You fool.
Knox. Why? You're by way of being rather eligible, aren't you?
George. I don't know why you want to get rid of her. She seems a very nice sister.
Knox. Of course I love having her with me, but she does cramp my style a bit. And she ought to marry. She'd make you a first-rate wife.
George. Much too good for the likes of me.
Knox. Of course she's a bit independent, but one has to put up with that in girls nowadays. And she's as good as gold.
George. One can see that at a mile, my son.
Knox. I say, who was Rathbone, Daisy's first husband, do you know?
George. [His face a blank.] Harry told me he was an American. He said he was in business in the F. M. S.