Gloria. It was left me by my father.
Dill. Ah, I see. And Jane?
Gloria. No. (Whispering.) I think my sister got nothing. I was always my father's favorite daughter.
Dill (discarding his jacket). I am no longer a butler. No, I will not. My brother may be a butler if you like.
Gloria (sharply). Dill!
Dill (forgetting his good resolutions). Yes, my love.
Gloria. We have lived here very happily, Dill.
Dill. And now I will build you a castle among the clouds. We will be like the moon and the stars.
Gloria. Aeroplaning is out of fashion, Dill.
Dill. As you would have it, my love.