Builder.  I thought you Frenchwomen all married young.

Camille.  I ’ave been married; my ’usband did die—­en Afrique.

Builder.  You wear no ring.

Camille. [Smiling] I prefare to be mademoiselle, Monsieur.

Builder. [Dubiously] Well, it’s all the same to us. [He takes a letter up from the table] You might take this to Mrs Builder too. [Again their fingers touch, and there is a suspicion of encounter between their eyes.]

Camille goes out.

Builder. [Turning to his chair] Don’t know about that woman—­she’s a tantalizer.

He compresses his lips, and is settling back into his chair, when the door from the hall is opened and his daughter Maud comes in; a pretty girl, rather pale, with fine eyes.  Though her face has a determined cast her manner at this moment is by no means decisive.  She has a letter in her hand, and advances rather as if she were stalking her father, who, after a “Hallo, Maud!” has begun to read his paper.

Maud. [Getting as far as the table] Father.

Builder. [Not lowering the paper] Well?  I know that tone.  What do you want—­money?

Maud.  I always want money, of course; but—­but—­

Builder. [Pulling out a note-abstractedly] Here’s five pounds for you.

     Maud, advancing, takes it, then seems to find what she has come for
     more on her chest than ever.

Builder. [Unconscious] Will you take a letter for me?

     Maud sits down Left of table and prepares to take down the letter.

[Dictating] “Dear Mr Mayor,—­Referring to your call this morning, I have —­er—­given the matter very careful consideration, and though somewhat reluctant—­”

Maud.  Are you really reluctant, father?

Builder.  Go on—­“To assume greater responsibilities, I feel it my duty to come forward in accordance with your wish.  The—­er—­honour is one of which I hardly feel myself worthy, but you may rest assured—­”

Maud.  Worthy.  But you do, you know.

Builder.  Look here!  Are you trying to get a rise out of me?—­because you won’t succeed this morning.

Maud.  I thought you were trying to get one out of me.

Builder.  Well, how would you express it?

Maud.  “I know I’m the best man for the place, and so do you—­”

Builder.  The disrespect of you young people is something extraordinary. 
And that reminds me where do you go every evening now after tea?

Maud.  I—­I don’t know.

Builder.  Come now, that won’t do—­you’re never in the house from six to seven.

Maud.  Well!  It has to do with my education.

Builder.  Why, you finished that two years ago!