One in eleven—rot! [To Judge.] All this muck-raking should be suppressed by the Government. "One in eleven!" Bah!
Helen
[demurely]
The Government's own statistics, John.
[They all turn to the Judge for denial, but he nods confirmation, with a complacent smile, murmuring: "Two souls with but a single thought."
Lucy
[sweetly knitting]
Well, I may be old-fashioned, but it seems to me that nice girls shouldn't think of such things.... Their husbands will tell them all they ought to know about marriage—after they're married.
Helen
Ah, I see. Nice girls mustn't think until after they rush in, but they mustn't rush in until after they think. You married people make it all so simple for us.