Mrs. Lorrimer. Oh, my dear, it doesn't take these men long to get over a hopeless passion!
Kitty. If he is over it.
Gertrude. Of course he's over it, or he wouldn't be here, would he?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Every time I've tried to make love to him, he has seemed to me awfully in love with her still. [Laugh. Enter guests.
Kitty. I was wondering this morning where in the world Marion met Mr. Fletcher?
Ethel. Perhaps it was at that Christian thing-a-may-gig she's interested in.
Kitty. You mean the Young Men's Christian Association?
Ethel. Yes, I'd bet on it's being the Young Men's. [Laughs.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Oh, my dear, you know he isn't that sort of a man at all. He's much more my style!
Kitty. Well, you know none of us ever met him till he began to go to the Woltons. [Enter ushers and guests. A new selection is started on the organ and all half rise and turn, but turn back again at once into their places complacently.