Mrs Clare Graham. Now I have told you the whole story surely you don't intend to proceed with your absurd courtship?
Charlie. I mean to marry Dora, if that's what you're driving at.
Mrs Clare Graham. It's impossible! However much she wanted to accept she would be bound—as a matter of honour—to refuse.
Charlie (stroking his chin contemplatively). After all, marriage is merely a matter of form, and if it pleases Dora——
Mrs Clare Graham (warmly). To please Dora you'll let Jane's boy inherit the estates?
Charlie. Still, Dora loves me, and she will do anything I ask.
Mrs Clare Graham (rising irately to leave the room). I tell you she won't! Women with convictions are obstinate as Cork pigs.
(Enter Dora in a Parisian bonnet.)
Charlie. Oh, Dora, here you are! We've been expecting you for hours.
Dora. I'm afraid I've disturbed the conversation; I see Clare is ruffled.