Tim: I don’t suppose that the worldly side of the thing ever struck her.
Mrs. Martineau: Then it was pure bad taste.
Tim: She was probably in love with love and he was its first representative.
Mrs. Martineau: And when the romance wore off there was fifty thousand a year left.
Tim: I don’t think that is a very nice thing to say.
Mrs. Martineau: How you adore her.
Tim: Everyone does.
Selina: Ninian, have you ever thought of becoming a Mayor?
Ninian: Mayor? Mayor of what?