Blanche. He isn't what I thought him!
Ruth. The day the sun shone on you as a bride, in God's presence, you said you took him for better for worse—
Clara. Dear me, is that in it? The marriage service ought to be expurgated!
Ruth. [To Clara.] I'm ashamed of you.
Clara. That's nothing new!
Blanche. Aunt Ruth, let us talk some other time.
Mrs. Hunter. Oh, if we are in the way, we'll go!
[Rises.
Clara. Yes, come on, let's go to Atlantic City.
Mrs. Hunter. No, I'd rather go to Lakewood.