VICAR. As to why he put this doubt into your head about your father.
MARY. He seemed to be thinking about himself, and how unworthy he was of his own little girl.
VICAR. Did he say—unworthy?
MARY. That's what I think he meant. What he said was that perhaps my father wasn't good enough to be your brother, uncle. That's not true, is it?
VICAR. No, by Heaven! That's not true!
MARY [rapturously]. Oh, I knew it, I knew it!
VICAR [in an agony]. Stop! You don't understand!
MARY. I understand quite enough! That's all I wanted to know!
VICAR. Listen, child! Listen! I mean that it is I who am not worthy to be called his brother.
AUNTIE. William, this is absurd!