Hargrave. Did you say you had found your mother?
Jack. I did. (Looks at Jane who shakes her head.)
Hargrave (eyeing them all a little suspiciously). May I then ask who your mother is, sir?
Jack. Ah, my mother is an angel. (Looks up in the air.)
Hargrave. Do not stand there blinking at the stars. I am sorry your mother is dead, but I have known that for years.
Dill. Perhaps the will would put him in a better humor, sir.
Jack (handing it to him). I forgot to tell you, father, but I found it after all. (To Kathryn.) It's easy enough to find a thing if you're not looking for it.
Hargrave (to them all). I have just this much to say—that even if I was disinherited by my father I intend to take this matter to the courts. Fighting, especially fighting for the right, has always been a point of honor with me.
Gloria. One pig, Dill?
Dill. One pig, then.