Dr. Alliot. [Patiently] Will you let me put the case to you?
Hilary. You can put fifty cases. It makes no difference.
Sydney. [At his elbow, softly] Father, I’d listen.
Hilary. [Slipping his arm through hers] Eh? Sydney? that you? You’re not against me, Sydney?
Sydney. Nobody’s against you. We only want you to listen.
Hilary. Well, out with it!
Dr. Alliot. D’you remember—can you throw your mind back to the beginning of the agitation against the marriage laws? No, you were a schoolboy—
Hilary. Deceased wife’s sister, eh? That’s the law that lets a man marry his sister-in-law and won’t let a woman marry her brother-in-law. Pretty good, that, for your side of the counter.
Dr. Alliot. Well, well, that hardly matters now.
Hilary. It shows what your rotten, muddle-headed laws are worth, anyhow.