Maud.  Art?  Oh! no!  It’s the—­[With a jerk]—­the Movies.

     Builder. who has taken up a pipe to fill, puts it down.

Builder. [Impressively] I’m not in a joking mood.

Maud.  I’m not joking, father.

Builder.  Then what are you talking about?

Maud.  You see, I—­I’ve got a film face, and—­

Builder.  You’ve what? [Going up to his daughter, he takes hold of her chin] Don’t talk nonsense!  Your sister has just tried me to the limit.

Maud. [Removing his hand from her chin] Don’t oppose it, father, please! 
I’ve always wanted to earn my own living.

Builder.  Living!  Living!

Maud. [Gathering determination] You can’t stop me, father, because I shan’t need support.  I’ve got quite good terms.

Builder. [Almost choking, but mastering himself] Do you mean to say you’ve gone as far as that?

Maud.  Yes.  It’s all settled.

Builder.  Who put you up to this?

Maud.  No one.  I’ve been meaning to, ever so long.  I’m twenty-one, you know.

Builder.  A film face!  Good God!  Now, look here!  I will not have a daughter of mine mixed up with the stage.  I’ve spent goodness knows what on your education—­both of you.

Maud.  I don’t want to be ungrateful; but I—­I can’t go on living at home.

Builder.  You can’t—!  Why?  You’ve every indulgence.

Maud. [Clearly and coldly] I can remember occasions when your indulgence hurt, father. [She wriggles her shoulders and back] We never forgot or forgave that.

Builder. [Uneasily] That!  You were just kids.

Maud.  Perhaps you’d like to begin again?

Builder.  Don’t twist my tail, Maud.  I had the most painful scene with Athene this morning.  Now come!  Give up this silly notion!  It’s really too childish!

Maud. [Looking at him curiously] I’ve heard you say ever so many times that no man was any good who couldn’t make his own way, father.  Well, women are the same as men, now.  It’s the law of the country.  I only want to make my own way.

Builder. [Trying to subdue his anger] Now, Maud, don’t be foolish.  Consider my position here—­a Town Councillor, a Magistrate, and Mayor next year.  With one daughter living with a man she isn’t married to—­

Maud. [With lively interest] Oh!  So you did catch them out?

Builder.  D’you mean to say you knew?

Maud.  Of course.

Builder.  My God!  I thought we were a Christian family.

Maud.  Oh! father.

Builder.  Don’t sneer at Christianity!

Maud.  There’s only one thing wrong with Christians—­they aren’t!