MR. BRIGGS (frowning with thought)
No. I meant more on account of the way my family treats me. My mother and sister—well, to tell the truth, they always seem to think I’m about four years old. They can’t seem to realize; and when I go and tell ’em you’re a widow—
MRS. CURTIS
You think they’ll be interested in hearing it? I haven’t even met them.
MR. BRIGGS
No, but—but of course they’ve been talkin’ about you quite a good deal.
MRS. CURTIS
They have?
MR. BRIGGS
You know how people are in a hotel like this: wondering who everybody else is, and whether some woman’s some old man’s wife or his daughter or just a trained nurse, and all so on. Of course my family noticed you right away and then after I met you of course then they said a lot more about you. Golly! (He shakes his head, indicating that the comment has been unfavorable.)