Jack. Yes, you see when my grandfather died he left his entire fortune to his second son, at the same time disinheriting us. Said that when father became a minister he handled enough tainted money without hoarding any of his.
Jane. That's too bad, Jack. Not a penny?
Jack. No, just died and damned us.
Jane. He might have left that to his father, mightn't he?
Jack. So he might. It doesn't make much difference now though. By the terms of the will he had to be found, or to find himself, within one year, or the estate reverted to us. (Pulls out watch.) His time's almost up I fear.
Jane. You don't think he's dead, do you?
Jack. That or strayed I guess. (Sighs.) He was always the black sheep of the family.
Jane. It was certainly very good of your father to come to America to find his brother. Where did he think he was, do you suppose, in Australia?
Jack. Well—his brother always had an antipathy for Americans. He married an American! (Enter Gloria.)
Gloria. is the ordinary middle-aged mortal. In face, figure and deportment she is like any other middle-class American woman. All American women belong to the middle class. They are not all Glorias, however.