MR WEBB: Oh, I don't know. Was I going to say something? George, I was thinking the other night of some advice my father gave me when I got married. Charles, he said, Charles, start out early showing who's boss, he said. Best thing to do is to give an order, even if it don't make sense; just so she'll learn to obey. And he said: if anything about your wife irritates you--her conversation, or anything-- just get up and leave the house. That'll
make it clear to her, he said. And, oh, yes! he said never, never let your wife know how much money you have, never.
EMILY: Well, up to a year ago, I used to like you a lot. And I used to watch you as you did everything . . . because we'd been friends so long . . . and then you began spending all your time at baseball... , and you never stopped to speak to anybody any more. Not even to your own family you
didn't... and, George, it's a fact, you've got awful conceited and stuck-up, and all die girls say so. They may not say so to your face, but that's what they say about you behind your back, and it hurts me to hear them say it, but I've got to agree with them a little. I'm sorry if it hurts your
feelings . . . but I can't be sorry I said it.
Emily, I'm glad you spoke to me about that... that fault in my character. What you said was right; but there was one thing wrong in it, and that was when you said that for a year I wasn't noticing people, and... you, for instance. Why, you say you were watching me when I did everything... I was doing the same about you all the time. Why, sure,--I always thought about you as one of the chief people I thought about. I always made sure where you were sitting on the bleachers, and who you were with, and for three days now I've been trying to walk home with you, but something's always got in the way. Yesterday, I was standing over against the wall waiting for you, and you walked home with Miss Corcoran.