Car. It's rather a tolerant world where a man is concerned, but it holds special views about clergymen, and it wouldn't stand the notion of a vicar marrying his cook.
Pil. The social disparity between us is far more apparent than real. Your present vocation must be the outcome of caprice—or temporary necessity.
Car. Take it at that. (puts work in box) What do you know of me? I may be an adventuress—in fact, most of the evidence points that way. At any rate I have no intention of marrying. (smiles) I have said the same thing once before this evening in reply to a similar proposition from Gandy. (rises and crosses back of her chair and leans on chair)
Pil. Gandy? Did he dare?
Car. He did. (smiling) This seems to be rather a susceptible household. (crosses to window and looks out)
Pil. (rising) You haven't given me a conclusive answer?
Car. (hearing footsteps) Haven't I? I thought I had.
Pil. (crosses to C.) You may require a little time for final reflection.
Car. I think not. (looking out of window)
Pil. Nevertheless, if you will spare me your attention.