CAROLINE. There isn’t one in the town.
JULIE [with a sigh] Heigho! You don’t know of a husband for me, do you, Caro?
CAROLINE. What sort of one do you want?
JULIE [seriously] I am getting to the time of life when a woman accepts the first man who offers himself. Choose whatever sort you think best for me [laughing]. What would be your ideal? Someone in business? A captain in the army? Tell me.
CAROLINE. No.
JULIE. Why not?
CAROLINE. If I were to marry, I should choose a worker, a man with a noble aim, a man who would be ready to sacrifice himself to make life a little easier for those who will come after him.
MME. DUPONT. Oh, don’t talk like a sentimental novel, Caroline.
CAROLINE. I was not.