Jessica. Who loathes him!
Mrs. Hunter. Don't be old-fashioned! He's very nice.
Ruth. A little cad, trying to get into society—nice occupation for a man!
Jessica. Mother, you can't be serious.
Clara. Why wouldn't he do for me?
Ruth. He would! The very thing!
Mrs. Hunter. We'll see, darling; I think Europe is the place for you. I don't believe all the titles are gobbled up yet.
Ruth. Jess, I might get you some women friends of mine, to whom you could go mornings and answer their letters.
Mrs. Hunter. I should not allow my daughter to go in that capacity to the house of any woman who had refused to call on her mother, which is the way most of your friends have treated me.
Ruth. Do you realize, Florence, this is a question of bread and butter, a practical suggestion of life, which has nothing whatever to do with the society columns of the daily papers?