UNA. Yes. You see I didn't want charity to have to begin at my home. Self-preservation is the first law of Nature. BRAITHEWAITE. And self-propagation, I suppose, the second. UNA. Well--the missions were no good. They were all so starved and pinched-looking there I couldn't tell what they'd be like if they got proper nourishment. And I didn't want to take a chance. So I went to some coal yards. BRAITHEWAITE. To find the devil not so black as painted? UNA [with a grimace]. Blacker! I couldn't see what they looked like. Of course if I could have asked them to wash their faces. BRAITHEWAITE [looking at GEORGE]. Considering what you have done, I don't see---- UNA. I did ask one, but he made some vulgar remark about black dirt and red paint. So I left him. BRAITHEWAITE. And then? UNA. I spent all to-day riding up and down town in street cars. It's very fascinating, Dad. All you can see for a nickel! I never realized what a public benefactor you were. BRAITHEWAITE [modestly]. Oh, I am amply repaid. UNA [in explanation to GEORGE]. Dad's the president of your traction company, you know. [GEORGE rises in fright.] Oh, that's all right. I've lost you your job, but I'll get you a better one as I promised. Don't be afraid of Dad--in the parlor. Sit down. BRAITHEWAITE [to GEORGE]. You might as well make yourself physically comfortable, you know. There's no telling how my daughter may make us feel in other ways. [GEORGE sits down again, regaining his composure a little.] BRAITHEWAITE [to UNA]. And so to-day you investigated travelling in street cars? UNA. Yes. "Joy-riding," you know. Then I saw him--and decided. I knew he wouldn't dare to propose to me--under existing conditions. BRAITHEWAITE. So you asked him to marry you? UNA. Certainly not. I've too much consideration for you, dear. BRAITHEWAITE. But I thought you said----? UNA. I decided to bring him home to get your consent first. [BRAITHEWAITE starts to say something.] I knew you'd approve when you saw him. But I wanted to be sure I hadn't overlooked anything. And if I had, I didn't want to have raised his hopes for nothing. [To GEORGE.] Would you mind standing a moment, now, until Dad looks you over? [GEORGE fidgets a little in embarrassment.] BRAITHEWAITE. My dear, do you think the gentleman----? UNA. "Gentleman!" Oh, yes, I forgot. I needn't have been so clumsy. [She rises. GEORGE rises automatically. She continues to GEORGE.] I apologize. BRAITHEWAITE [also rising and moving his chair aside]. I fear you have been too rude. UNA. So do I. I've never even introduced you. Father, this is--this is---- [To GEORGE.] By the way--I forgot to ask--what is your name? GEORGE. Coxey, Miss. UNA [sounding it]. Coxey. What's the first name? I can't call my husband "Coxey," you know. GEORGE. George, Miss.