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.]