Jack. I'm not old enough for a messenger boy, Kathryn. Messenger boys are never successful until they become at least fifty and have long white hair. Mine is a very firm yellow. I inherited it from my mother.
Gloria. I thought you and Kathryn were having an innocent flirtation only. (To Dill.) Men are so deceiving.
Jack. There's no such thing as an innocent flirtation, Gloria. Naturally I shall have a great deal of trouble convincing you of my love for your daughter. I had expected that. When a man arrives at my age of indiscretion, love is no longer to be thought of.
Gloria. Mr. Kent and I are no longer young, sir, though we have been long in love.
Kathryn (to herself). Kathryn Kent! What a pretty name. (Strolls off.)
Gloria (sharply). I'm afraid you're thinking, Dill. I am often aware of a most unpleasant sensation whenever you indulge in that.
Dill. I am, my love, I usually am.
Kathryn. There's no use going further, Jack. It can't be done.
Jack (going to her). What can't be done, my dear? I think that rather a revolutionary sentiment, your saying a thing can't be done, especially before trying it.
Kathryn. The name, Jack, the name! There's no use in losing that.