Gloria. It was necessary that you, of all people, should know nothing of it. People would have thought you were marrying me for money.
Dill (not wholly reconciled). True, true.
Gloria. I have something to tell you.
Dill. Concerning me?
Gloria. No, it is a very sensitive subject. I don't think that either of us has mentioned it since the day that we were born; and Jane has aged so rapidly that it would seem absurd on the surface of things—but she and I are twins.
Dill. One soon becomes reconciled to realities, my dear. (Sighs and looks at his jacket.)
Gloria. It has taken me more than twenty years to become reconciled to you, Dill. But now for a surprise. (She goes R., Dill following solemnly behind her. He is like a big St. Bernard dog following his mistress. Gloria tramps back, Dill again several paces in the rear.) See! Here it is! (Opens a small bag of gold.) I was forty yesterday. Now all this is mine.
Dill (with a lump in his throat). Yes, my love.
Gloria. So you are not yet independent, Dill.
Dill (swallowing his unhappiness). No, my love.