Jack. So you're getting married, Dill?
Dill. I am, sir. Have you any objections to offer?
Jack. None whatever, Dill. But why tea at this hour? It's only just past lunch.
Dill. It's the very latest thing, sir; all Americans are doing it now. It's to keep up with the London time, sir, and there it's tea-time already. (Examines a crumpled manuscript with his back to Jack.)
Jack (indifferently). What is that, Dill?
Dill. It's a will, sir.
Jack (observing. Dill's progress about the room). Never admit that you have a will, Dill. Where there's a will there's a conscience, you know. One must get over such things.
Dill. I'll try to, sir. (Puts manuscript back in pocket.)
Jack (with an air of importance). I've some melancholy news, Dill.
Dill. Melancholy for whom, sir?