The Woman: Yes; would you?
The Girl: I shall marry the man I love, and if not him, nobody. I mean, of course, when I love.
The Woman: Blushing again? My dear, is Karloff anything to you?
The Girl: Karloff? Mercy, no. He is handsome and fascinating and rich, but I could not love him. It would be easier to love—to love my groom outside.
(They both smile.)
The Woman (grave once more): That is all I wished to know, dear. Karloff is not worthy of you.
The Girl (sitting very erect): I do not understand. Is he not honorable?
The Woman (hesitating): I have known him for seven years; I have always found him honorable.
The Girl: Why, then, should he not be worthy of me?
The Woman (lightly): Is any man?