Hargrave (examining it critically). I don't see your ages here.
Dill. We are both forty. (Gloria is about to remonstrate.)
Hargrave. Hm—really, sir, I must object to that. I myself am forty and should not dream of marrying yet. You are both far too young.
Dill. If you insist, sir, I am a little over forty.
Hargrave (squinting). And your names are?
Gloria. Gloria Gibbs.
Dill. Sir John Dillingham Kent.
Hargrave. Do I infer that you are a gentleman?
Dill. Oh, yes, sir. Even my brother was that.
Hargrave. And your social standing?