Ethel. I think Marion's been getting to be a perfect stick anyway, these last few years, with all the plain covered books she reads and all her "university settlement" stuff in the slums, and her working-girls' clubs and things. But that makes it all the funnier for her to marry a man she's really not known very long, don't you think so?
Gertrude. Where did he come from anyway?
Ethel. Everywhere—which you know is as good as nowhere. He's that sort of a man.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Oh, no, his family comes from Virginia. And he's a Harvard man. [Enter Trimmins with guest to pew.] Was in the fastest set there, so he must have some position! [Laughs.
Ethel. And he's rich.
Kitty. But Marion wouldn't marry for money.
Ethel. Then why is she marrying him?
Mrs. Lorrimer. I don't know. I think she must be in love with him.
Ethel. [With a laugh.] Ha! And then everyone says she's so sensible! [Door slams. Another different selection is started on the organ and a door is shut off stage. The three women all half rise and turn again.
Kitty. Here they come!