want to tell my family just yet.

_Dad (starting forward)._ Why, you infernal jackass!

_Jack._ Dad--

_Dad._ You have the impudence to come here and tell me that you
promised to marry a waitress in a restaurant!

_Jack. Yes, Dad---

_Dad (raging)._ Are you mad? When you've just proven that you can't
earn enough to fill your own belly? You come here whining for
forgiveness, and then tell me you'll marry a girl of the streets--

_Jessie._ Dad! Stop!

_Dolly._ Excuse me, Jack--we'll get out of this. _(Rises.)_

_Jessie._ No--wait! Please, Dad--

_Dad._ Let her go! There's no place for her here.

_Dolly._ Come, Belle, _(Lifts her.)_

_Jessie (Hysterically)._ Dad, how can you be so cruel?

_Dad._ Keep out of this, Jessie.

_Jack._ If they go, I go too, Dad.