Dill (now dubious of his mastery of the situation). Yes, sir.
Hargrave. In that event I substantially alter my original assertion. I said she was an idiot, did I not?
Gloria. And I can prove to the contrary, Mr. Hargrave.
Hargrave. Any man or woman, not willing, but eager—as you have both shown yourselves to be—to repeat so dangerous an experiment, is clearly removed from that extremity of the body which we call mind. It is not a question of one idiot—you are both idiots.
Dill. Is not that a bit of an exaggeration, sir?
Hargrave. I think not.
Dill. I am sorry that Mr. Hargrave's son is not here, love. I know he would marry us.
Gloria. It's no use, Dill. Show Mr. Hargrave the will, and explain why we must be married. (Sound of Jack on the stairs.)
Hargrave. Yes, the will! Show me the will! (Reaches out for it.)
Jack. Father! I cannot find it! The will is lost! (Bursts upon them.)