Kathryn. You feel quite sure that we are safe?
Jack. My dear, cousins could hardly afford to marry, and though I don't believe a word that Gloria said— (Stops abruptly and goes over to Hargrave.)
Kathryn (with a deep sigh of satisfaction). Well, that's over. (Retreats to lounge.)
Jack (insolently). Sir! I have already found my mother. (Gloria looks ominously at Jane.) And ever since I can remember I have been told I resembled you.
Gloria (to Kathryn). You said that you recognized him at once, dear. (Kathryn makes a little face.)
Jack (earnestly). Are you my father?
Hargrave. I am not.
Jack. Who is my father?
Hargrave. I don't know.
Jack. Your answers are satisfactory. In the future I don't wish so distasteful a subject to be broached again. (Turns away impatiently.)