Mr. Hopkins:
There's nothing to talk over.
Millicent Hopkins:
But Father, can't you understand, Middleford's so drab and narrow and limited, I wanted to break away from all that but I've done nothing bad.
Mr. Hopkins:
Nothing bad? Nothing bad about painting your face and showing your legs to a bunch of toffed up men? Where's that leading you to? No decent man would have you now.
Rose Bridges:
Well, now really Mr Hopkins...
Mr. Hopkins:
I'll thank you to keep your nose out of this you female vagabond
Rose Bridges:
Female vagabond, am I? Well, you're a nice one to talk, you nasty-minded old skinflint.
Mr. Hopkins:
Get out of here! I won't be talked to that way, I won't. Get out! Both of you. Get back to your play-acting and your lady-killing friends.
Millicent Hopkins:
Alright, Father. There's no call for shouting. I wouldn't stay here now if you got down on your knees and begged me. Come on, Rose.
Rose Bridges:
Certainly, Millicent. We should never have come to such a cheap shop!
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