Gloria. Dillingham, you are always rendering the most unpleasant surprises. (At mention of his brother's name, Hargrave stands stupefied, then with a fleeting glance over his shoulder, rushes back to the table and adjusts his glasses.) Perhaps Mr. Hargrave does not care to acknowledge that he has a son, and what you said about being unfrocked was ungentlemanly. (Hargrave glares at Dill and stations himself in front of Jane's door.)
Hargrave (trembling with emotion). Do I understand, sir, that you trespass upon my hearth entertaining visions of matrimony? (Dill and Gloria are stupefied by Hargrave's peculiar behavior.)
Dill (very sweetly). That's it, sir.
Hargrave. Then I take pleasure to inform you, sir, that it cannot be done.
Dill. But it must be done, sir. I have made a careful canvass of the ministry, and I find them all to be extinct at present, sir. They're like the birds and butterflies, sir, and are forever migrating at this season of the year. You're the only one that hasn't wings at present, sir.
Gloria. Be quiet, Dill. It's love that makes the world go around, Mr. Hargrave.
Hargrave. It's love that makes the world stand still, I say. Besides, in this country at least marriage is illegal. The Constitution expressly provides that no man shall be deprived of the right of health, happiness, and the pursuit of freedom.
Gloria. That's why we are going to change the Constitution, Mr. Hargrave.
Hargrave. Anyway there's no room here. A correct marriage requires space for tears and relatives.
Dill (in the corner). I think we might try it here, sir.