Jane. What will, Gloria?
Gloria. The will leaving everything to my husband—on condition that we were married—that is, left it to us as man and wife.
Jane. So you think the will won't hold?
Gloria. Not unless we are married, and immediately.
Jane. It is a great temptation, Gloria, I admit.
Gloria. More than that; my husband takes a title.
Jane. Oh, I detest titles—American titles at any rate. In America a title is the conventional crown to which the rich and poor alike must bow. Every professional man, every silly doctor and scientist holds some title by the hand with which he is clubbing us on the head. Once we assert ourselves, feel instinctively that which he never could comprehend, down comes the cudgel.
Gloria. You don't think my husband is going to beat me?
Jane. I don't know, I can't say.
Gloria (proudly). My husband is a baronet.