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Hindie Wakes 231
Alan. Very. ... I gave her up because my father
made me.
Fanny. Made you? Good Lord, a chap of your age!
Alan. My father s a man who will have his own
way. . . . He can keep me short of brass.
Fanny. Earn some brass.
Alan. I can earn some brass, but it will mean hard
work and it ll take time. And, after all, I shan t earn
anything like what I get now.
Fanny. Then all you want to wed me for is wr
hat
you ll get with me? I m to be given away with a pound
of tea, as it were?
Alan. I know why you won t marry me. . . . You re
doing it for my sake.
Fanny. Don t you kid yourself, my lad! It isn t be
cause I m afraid of spoiling your life that I m refusing
you, but because I m afraid of spoiling mine! That
didn t occur to you ?
Alan. Look here, Fanny, I promise you I ll treat you
fair all the time. You don t need to fear that folk ll
look down on you. We shall have too much money for
that.
Fanny. I can manage all right on twenty-five bob a
week.
Alan. I m going to fall between two stools. It s all
up with Beatrice, of course. And if you won t have me
I shall have parted from her to no purpose; besides get
ting kicked out of the house by my father, more than
likely! You said you were fond of me once, but it hasn t
taken you long to alter.
Fanny. All women aren t built alike. Beatrice is
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