UNA [sitting to weep]. And I thought I could be unusual.
BRAITHEWAITE [patting her]. It's easy enough for Shaw, dear. He only
writes it.
UNA [jumping up]. That's it. I'll write it. I'll write a play showing
it's useless trying to escape the usual. [Running up to her father,
GEORGE'S cap in her hands.] That will be unusual, won't it, Dad?
[Reenter GEORGE.]
GEORGE. Excuse me. I left my cap.
UNA [stretching it out to him without looking at him]. Here it is.
GEORGE [taking it]. Thanks. [Approaching her.] Buck up, Miss! You meant
well.
UNA. I suppose I was too daring.
GEORGE. If you ask me, I think the trouble was you and that Shaw fellow
wasn't daring enough. Marriage is a very particular sort of business.
Now if you'd come up to me in the street and just asked me to---- [UNA
and BRAITHEWAITE look at GEORGE.] Well--I--I guess I'll go. But remember
my tip next try, Miss.
[He goes out quickly, leaving UNA gradually grasping the idea and
appreciating it, while her father's shock at what GEORGE has said is
increased only by noticing his daughter's reception of the words.]
Curtain.