Hilda. Don't you know about our teapot? (Takes teapot from mantel.) Here it is. (Sarcastically.) It belonged to somebody when tea was first introduced into Europe; it was seized by the Puritans under Cromwell; it was brought to this country in 1680, and has been in our family for over two centuries. It's what the teapot stands for that I'm running away from.
Dean (taking the teapot and examining it with the eye of an expert). It's a beauty—rather a harmless looking object to drive one away from home.
Hilda (indignantly). Don't you dare to make fun of me!
Dean (setting down teapot). I was never more serious in my life. Listen, Miss Templeton, if you will postpone your departure—just a little—I will try to adjust matters. There are ways. Will you give me a trial?
Hilda (reluctantly). I've been ready for days——
Dean (coming very near). Will you?
Hilda. I've telegraphed my cousin——
Dean (taking her hand). Will you?
Hilda (taking teapot). If you'll take this thing and carry it where I'll never see it again, I'll not go—yet.