UNA [sounding it]. Coxey. What's the first name? I can't call my
husband "Coxey," you know.

GEORGE. George, Miss.

UNA [triumphantly]. George! There's a fine virile name for you.
George Coxey! How strong that sounds! One of those names that
would go equally well in the blue book or the police blotter.

GEORGE. I never ----

UNA. Don't disclaim. I know you've never been arrested. One can
see your goodness in your face.

BRAITHEWAITE [reprovingly]. Many of the best people go to jail
now, dear.

UNA. I know. But he's not rich and thank heaven he's not a
fanatic. Isn't he good-looking? And I'm sure he's strong. See
those hands of his -- a little rough, of course, but I like that,
and so firm and, for his job, wonderfully clean. Don't hide them,
George. They attracted me from the start.

BRAITHEWAITE. How did you come here with my daughter at all, sir?

UNA [quickly]. I got off with him at the car barn when he
finished his run and asked him.

BRAITHEWAITE. Didn't you know you would lose your job by leaving