d all that I own after I am dead. I _do_ care
for you, my boy, I know it now as I know my own name. Surely, Richard, you
need not take this offer amiss?

RICHARD

Well, but you see, Uncle Richard....

UNCLE RICHARD

Do you prefer poverty for its own sake?

RICHARD

Of course not. But I prefer it to hypocrisy and compromise.

UNCLE RICHARD

Well then. You will accept, Richard? For my sake, Richard?

RICHARD

Well....

UNCLE RICHARD

It is the only pleasure left to me, Richard, thinking of the old name
going down honourably in you. And as for the past, my mistakes were due to
not having a son of my own. You have no idea what a difference it makes.
It's my dream, Richard, don't destroy it!

RICHARD

If you really mean it that way--

UNCLE RICHARD

My dear Richard! My dear boy! Why--now I know why we have been quarreling,
Richard!

RICHARD

Why?

UNCLE RICHARD

Because we are so much alike. At your age I was the same self-willed
beggar you are. Richard, you are more like me than you are like your own
father!

RICHARD

Le roi est morte, vive le roi. _But_ (_and he thumps the table with great
emphasis_) but there's one thing understood--I'm going to paint
_masterpieces_!

UNCLE RICHARD

Of course you are, my boy, of course you are! In fact, I always _knew_ you
would, Richard!

THE INCOMPATIBLES

_A corner table in a Broadway restaurant, at evening. Between the man and
woman who have just taken seats is a bouquet of red roses._

MARIAN

No, I don't want any oysters or clams. I ate enough sea food in Atlantic
City to last a season. I want some--Oh, what gorgeous flowers! Umm! I love
the smell of roses! Especially out of season. Why, the other tables
haven't any! Fred, did you--?

FRED

Sure I did, Marian. I knew you'd like 'em.

MARIAN

I do. But you mustn't be a silly boy any longer, Fred!

FRED

I will, too. It isn't silly, to give _you_ flowers.

MARIAN

That's all right, Fred. Goodness knows I like the flowers. But I'm not a
young idiot who expects her honeymoon to last forever. I've had one
experience, you know.

FRED

Yes, but you mustn't judge all men by _him_.

MARIAN

I don't. I knew well enough you're different, or I'd never have married
you. But at the same time--

FRED

Well, I'm going to show you that a _real_ man don't get over the fun of
being married to a peach like you in just two weeks. You don't want me to,
do you?

MARIAN

Cours