PETER. Yes. It's just as it is when you have a pet: you like all that breed. You can only see your kind of kitten.
JAMES. [Coming down a step, impressed by PETER'S remark—speaking earnestly.] That's so, sir. [The others are surprised.] I hadn't thought of it in that way, but it's true. You study a girl for the first time, and presently you notice the same little traits in every one of them. It makes you feel differently towards all the rest.
PETER. [Amused.] Why, James, what do you know about girls? "Bachelor" is stamped all over you—you're positively labelled.
JAMES. [Good-naturedly.] Perhaps. [Goes back to the office.
PETER. Poor James! What a life before him! When a bachelor wants to order a three-rib roast, who's to eat it? I never had a proper roast until Katie and Frederik came to make up my family; [Rubbing his hands.] but the roasts are not big enough. [Giving FREDERIK a knowing look.] We must find a husband.
CATHERINE. You promised not to—
PETER. I want to see a long, long table with plenty of young people.
CATHERINE. I'll leave the room, Uncle.
PETER. With myself at the head, carving, carving, carving, watching the plates come back, and back, and back. [As she is about to go.] There, there, not another word of this to-day.
The 'phone rings. JAMES re-enters and answers it.