Charlie. You've been doing that? How little I knew you!
Rosie. It wasn't much, but I did what I could.
Charlie. Yes, I'm going to stay. I've been a fool. I thought I hadn't time for marriage. I thought a wife would be a drag. I--I thought myself a tower of strength.
Rosie (_smiling_). It had to be, Charlie. A poet always marries a cook.
Charlie. You mustn't talk like that. I'm not fit for you. I've played with you. I thought of you as Thompson's daughter, content with him and all he stands for. And all the time I wanted you, wanted you horribly. Only that stood in the way. I loved you while I tried to hate you for what I thought you were. I know you better now. You're going to help me. That's kind, that's generous of you. I need you so much, Rosie.
Rosie. Charlie's coming home with us father.
Jabez. But the men are all outside, they'll all see,
Rosie. Why shouldn't they? Have you forgotten that we're going to be married on April 25? Come along, Charlie. (_She takes his arm and urges him to door. Jabez stares aghast, then follows Charlie's hat and coat._)
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dealing in Futures, by Harold Brighouse