Mrs. Crombie. You are a little fool, Faith. Fancy flirting with that—the elder one has much more in him.

Faith. But I don't like Oliver so much, his chin's so scrubby.

Mrs. Crombie. Oliver is a steady man with an assured career in front of him—this one——

Faith. Mother, we're engaged!

Mrs. Crombie. Of course you are. That has been perfectly obvious from the moment I passed the window. Now of course we have all the trouble of getting you disengaged again. Really you are very tiresome. (Below table.)

Faith. Mother, how can you be so horrid, you will not understand! Bobbie has ever so much better prospects than Oliver.

Mrs. Crombie. Who said so? Bobbie?

Faith. Yes, but it's true; his Uncle is going to leave him a huge fortune in a year's time.

Mrs. Crombie. Which Uncle? (Takes out cigarette