[_With a twinkle in his eye._] Then I may take it that you tried to get into the Army and failed? O’DONNELL. Yes, I suppose I did. GEORGE WINTER. And you hadn’t got enough money to go into the diplomatic? ANNE. How on earth d’you know, George? GEORGE WINTER. When a young man of family and education tells me he wants to go into the City, I know it’s because he’s too incompetent to do anything else. Fifty years ago the fool of good family went into the Church, now he goes into the City. O’DONNELL. You’re not very flattering. GEORGE WINTER. I dare say you’ll suit me all right. ANNE. Oh, George, you are a brick. GEORGE WINTER. Give me a kiss and I’ll find him a job. ANNE. I’ll give you two. [_She kisses him on both cheeks._ GEORGE WINTER. I shan’t find him two jobs. ANNE. I can’t imagine why everybody’s so afraid of you, George. You’re an old dear. GEORGE WINTER. A heart of gold, that’s what I always tell Kate. [_To_ O’DONNELL.] Come and see me to-morrow morning, and we’ll have a talk about things. O’DONNELL. It’s awfully good of you. GEORGE WINTER. You know, you’ll have to do as you’re told if you come to me. O’DONNELL. I dare say I shan’t mind that. GEORGE WINTER. It’s not always pleasant being at the beck and call of a damned bounder. O’DONNELL. How d’you mean? GEORGE WINTER. Of course you look upon me as a damned bounder. I know that. I wasn’t educated at Harrow. My father was a hatter at Middlepool, a Nonconformist, and an aitchless one at that. I went to sea when I was fourteen, and when I was your age I was earning twenty-five bob a week as clerk in a bucket shop. Of course I’m a damned bounder. ANNE. Now, George, don’t be disagreeable. GEORGE WINTER. Well, run along, children.... Have you spoken to your father about this? ANNE. No, we’re going to leave you to do that. GEORGE WINTER. Are you? ANNE. Well, you see, father’s sure to kick up a bit of a row because Teddie’s so absolutely stony, but if you say you’ve given him a job.... CATHERINE. Father may object.... ANNE. Oh, he wouldn’t dare if George said it was all right. [CATHERINE _gives a slight gesture, partly of vexation and partly of dismay_. GEORGE WINTER. [_Kindly._] Are you really very keen on marrying? ANNE. Awfully. GEORGE WINTER. Well, I’ll see what I can do. Good-bye. [_He nods to_ O’DONNELL. O’DONNELL _and_ ANNE _go out. As soon as they have gone_, CATHERINE _starts up_. CATHERINE. George, you’re not going to take Teddie O’Donnell in your service. You must understand it’s impossible. GEORGE WINTER. [_Coolly._] Why? CATHERINE. We can accept nothing from you. GEORGE WINTER. This disinterestedness is rather a new trait in your family, isn’t it? CATHERINE. You’re only wasting his time in making him come down to see you to-morrow. GEORGE WINTER. I don’t suppose it’s as valuable as all that. CATHERINE.