MR. BECKER. Marriage is the highest aim of women’s existence, Miss Tilsbury, and when she seeks to avoid it, she makes herself an object of contempt to all right thinking men and women no matter how much they may pretend to believe the contrary.
MILDRED. Sometimes a girl doesn’t meet a man she can love.
MR. BECKER. Then she should marry a man who loves her.
MR. VAN TOUSEL. Yes, Miss Mildred, it really doesn’t make any difference whether you begin your dinner with soup and end with ice-cream or begin with ice-cream and end with soup. It’s all the same to you a week afterwards, and whether you begin with loving your husband or being loved by him is the same in the end.
MRS. TILSBURY. (To MRS. BROWN.) There they are, both at her again, each in his own way. Do cut in and stop them.
MRS. BROWN. (Humming softly.)
“You take the high road,
And I’ll take the low,
But I will reach Scotland before you.”
Why not let them fight it out like the Kilkenny cats?