Mrs. Sladder: But you mustn't come in here. We mustn't disturb father.
Ermyntrude: I want to speak to father.
Mrs. Sladder: Whatever about, Ermyntrude?
Ermyntrude (taps the arm of the chair): O, nothing, mother. Only about that idea of his.
Mrs. Sladder: What idea, child?
Ermyntrude: O, that idea he had, that—er—I was some day to marry a duke.
Mrs. Sladder: And why shouldn't you marry a duke, child? I am sure father would make it worth his while.
Ermyntrude: O well, I don't think I want to, mother.
Mrs. Sladder: But why not, Ermyntrude?
Ermyntrude: O well, you know Mr. Jones——