Gloria. For twenty years you have executed my orders.
Dill (with revived ardor). And now a hundred men shall do your bidding! We will go to the extreme ends of the earth—
Gloria. I do not approve of extremes of any kind, Dill. The most important thing in life is that whatever a young man once starts he should see to the end.
Dill. But I hold a title, my sweet.
Gloria. No matter. You were not born with it.
Dill. I never heard of a titled butler. (Shakes his head dubiously.) My brother has not got a title.
Gloria (sharply). Dill! Do you love me?
Dill. Ah, how could you doubt it?
Gloria. I have never doubted it. I was only testing you. (Hands him bag.) All this is yours, Dill.
Dill. My love, my love. (Kneels.)