UNA. Don't disclaim. I know you've never been arrested. One can see your
goodness in your face.
BRAITHEWAITE [reprovingly]. Many of the best people go to jail now,
dear.
UNA. I know. But he's not rich and thank heaven he's not a fanatic.
Isn't he good-looking? And I'm sure he's strong. See those hands of
his--a little rough, of course, but I like that, and so firm and, for
his job, wonderfully clean. Don't hide them, George. They attracted me
from the start.
BRAITHEWAITE. How did you come here with my daughter at all, sir?
UNA [quickly]. I got off with him at the car barn when he finished his
run and asked him.
BRAITHEWAITE. Didn't you know you would lose your job by leaving that
way?
GEORGE [with a suppressed smile]. Yes, sir.
BRAITHEWAITE. And you came at any rate?