Me? Why she's as good as gold and ----
UNA. That's unfortunate. [Thinking.] Then I'll have to run away
with you and let her get the divorce.
BRAITHEWAITE [now really shocked]. Una!
UNA [innocently]. What, Dad? Have you something better to
suggest?
BRAITHEWAITE [fuming]. I can't permit it. I didn't mind the
uncommon scandal of your marrying a car conductor, but I
absolutely draw the line at common scandal.
UNA [a little bored]. Father, dear, why will you sometimes talk
to me as though I were the Public Service Commission? There's
going to be no scandal. You can keep it out of the newspapers.
GEORGE. Excuse me, but that don't make any difference. I don't
want to get a divorce.
UNA. You don't? Why?
GEORGE [embarrassed]. Sounds like a song, I know, but -- I love
my wife.
UNA [in despair]. And you're the unusual man I'm to marry.
BRAITHEWAITE [with the contempt of a professional toward an
amateur]. Stealing nickels doesn't develop the imagination.
UNA [desperately]. How can you love your wife? Some simple,
economizing, prosaic, hausfrau who ----
GEORGE [with spirit].
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