UNA. Why, my dear man, sit down. [She points to a chair at the right.] GEORGE. Thanks, after you. UNA [laughs]. Oh! Excuse me. I forgot. You're a car conductor. Naturally you're polite. GEORGE. Not naturally, Miss. But I've learned. UNA. An apt pupil, too. Let me teach you then that the ruder you are to a woman, the more she'll hate you--or love you. [She goes up to him and invites him with a gesture.] Sit down. [GEORGE remains immobile.] The polite are not only bourgeois, they're boring. GEORGE. When I know I'm right, I stick to it. UNA. But you must grow tired of standing. GEORGE. If I did, I'd lose my job. UNA. You have already. Sit down. GEORGE [firmly]. After you. UNA [taking the chair, centre, and sitting on it]. You're splendid. Now! [GEORGE sits in the offered chair a little stiffly.] UNA. Isn't that better than ringing up fares? GEORGE [smiling at his attempt at a pun]. Fairly. UNA [rising, perturbed]. No! You mustn't do that. That's vulgar. GEORGE [rising in alarm]. What have I done? UNA [vexed again]. Sit down. You mustn't jump up when I do. [He remains standing. Vexed but smiling she sits.] Well, there! [He sits down.] You punned! You mustn't. We all like puns, but it's good form to call them bad taste. [Enter JARVIS the Butler.] JARVIS [starts slightly at perceiving the situation, but controls himself]. Did you ring for me, Miss? UNA. Yes. Please tell my father that I'd like to see him at once. [JARVIS goes out.] UNA. Do you know the reason that you are here? GEORGE. The hundred dollars you gave me. UNA. No---- GEORGE. Yes. I wouldn't have left my job if you hadn't given me that. UNA. I suppose not. But I mean, do you know why I brought you here? GEORGE. I'm waiting to see. UNA [enthusiastically]. I wonder if you'll like it. GEORGE. Your father? UNA. No. Dad's a dear. That is, he is when he sees you mean business. [Enter MR. BRAITHEWAITE. He is a well-preserved man near sixty, almost always completely master of himself. On seeing COXEY he, too, gives a little start and then controls himself.] BRAITHEWAITE. Una, dear? UNA [jumping up in excitement]. Oh, Daddy! I'm so glad you were in. [To GEORGE who has risen, too.] Keep your seat. Draw up a chair, Dad--I've done it. BRAITHEWAITE. Done what? UNA [bringing up a chair and placing it to her right]. Do sit down, Dad. He's so delicious. He won't sit down till we do--and you know how much they have to stand. BRAITHEWAITE [looks at GEORGE and UNA and then sits in the chair allotted to him, whereupon UNA sits in hers and then GEORGE sits down]. Now, dear, what is it you have done? UNA. Selected a husband. [GEORGE moves a little uneasily. BRAITHEWAITE looks at GEORGE and then speaks to UNA.] BRAITHEWAITE. You mean? UNA [pointing to GEORGE]. Him! [GEORGE rises in discomfiture.] Do sit down. We're all sitting now, you see. [GEORGE brings himself to sit down again.] BRAITHEWAITE. But, my dear----