Dill (to Kathryn). My money! (Hands her bag.)
Kathryn. Beautiful, ideal money! (To Jack.) I think he shows signs of submission already.
Dill (to Jack). My will! (Hands him the will.)
Jack. I warned you about that, Dill. I said a will was a very unsafe thing to have.
Dill. My broken heart and soul! (Hands that to Gloria.) Oh, take everything! (Falls back into a chair and buries his head in his hands.)
Jack (to Kathryn). A man is at least your friend who gives you money. No other friends get along these days, or amount to anything.
Gloria. My dears, I agree with both of you. Your father has enough money as it is, and any more would surely spoil him. (To Jack.) I don't think husbands should be allowed titles. Mine I know would squander his. Moreover, in England the women have already gotten their rights or are about to get them, which is almost as bad. And when we women get the vote, if there are titles left, they shall certainly belong to us. You may keep the will, Jack, I assure you it is utterly worthless, and probably recorded all over the country. (He and Kathryn stroll off. Gloria turns upon Dill.) I don't mind about your heart, for if it's broken you couldn't use it, and I don't mind about the soul part either, for I don't think you have one. But I do seriously object to your wasting your money. (Turns her back to him.) You'll never amount to anything.
Dill. I have been always most saving, my dear.
Gloria. Less saving than spent, Dill.
Kathryn (tossing her latest gift into the air). Lovely, spiritual money. We can be married now, and you won't have to work as a stoker in the ship after all.