Kathryn (to Dill). Do you think, Dill, do you think that a man could ever be a success in life, I mean a real success like you have, who wore glasses?
Dill. In my capacity, Miss Kathryn, I have often wished I wore them. There are so many things it's best not to see too clearly.
Kathryn (with a relieved sigh). Oh, that's all right then. (She disappears. Gloria and Dill are left quite, quite alone.)
Dill (after a pause). Your debut—and that about the Convolvulus—was very sweet, my dear.
Gloria. Thank you, Dill.
Dill. On the contrary, Mr. Hargrave's entrance failed to come up to expectations.
Gloria (sternly). No, Dill. But men never do, and Mr. Hargrave can render us a distinct service later. You forget that we must be married.
Dill. Is it really to come true, love?
Gloria. Of course, Dill. And now are you quite ready?
Dill. Quite, my love.