Her mother enters, note-book in hand.) MRS.

CONNAGE: Good--I've been wanting to speak to you alone before we go down-stairs.
ROSALIND: Heavens! you frighten me! MRS.

CONNAGE: Rosalind, you've been a very expensive proposition.
ROSALIND: (Resignedly) Yes.
MRS.

CONNAGE: And you know your father hasn't what he once had.
ROSALIND: (Making a wry face) Oh, please don't talk about money.
MRS.

CONNAGE: You can't do anything without it.