Hargrave. Marriage! (He gazes profoundly at them.)
Gloria. This is my second marriage, Mr. Hargrave.
Dill (apologetically). We have both been married before, sir. You see, sir—
Hargrave. I see. Are you calling attention to my glasses?
Dill. The fact is that we have each been married to each other, sir.
Hargrave (drawing himself haughtily together). Am I to gather that that is any evidence of her sanity? I say it's absurd. Any scientist in the country will tell you that a perfectly sane, healthy, well-organized marriage must end somewhere. All things do, and marriages have the habit, good or otherwise, of ending in divorce. It's their affinity.
Dill. Ah! But our marriage was annulled, sir. (Looks about him confident that victory is won.)
Hargrave. To you, sir, I owe an apology. When I informed Miss Gibbs of my decision in this important case, I had entirely overlooked you. Your marriage was annulled, you say?
Dill. I do, sir.
Hargrave. And you are starting proceedings all over again?