Trotter. Say! The youngest daughter is a good looker—very classy.
Miss Sillerton. That's the one we told you about, the one we want you to marry.
Miss Godesby. Yes, with your money and her cleverness, she'll rubber neck you into the smartest push in town!
Trotter. You've promised I shall know the whole classy lot before spring.
Miss Godesby. So you will if you do as we tell you. But you mustn't let society see that you know you're getting in; nothing pleases society so much as to think you're a blatant idiot. It makes everybody feel you're their equal—that's why you get in.
Trotter. I've got a coach and can drive four-in-hand. I've an automobile drag, and the biggest private yacht in the world building. I'm going to have the most expensive house in Long Island, where the oysters come from, and I've bought a lot in Newport twice as big as the swellest fellow's there. I've got a house in London and a flat in Paris, and I make money fly. I think I ought to be a cinch as a classy success.
Miss Godesby. Don't be a yap; flag Clara Hunter and you're all right!
Miss Sillerton. Her father's position was the best in this country!
Trotter. But he's dead.
[Sitting.