Minnie. And you?
Horace. Of course my viewpoint was very different. I had already been out in the snow once to get this month’s “Astronomer,” and there wasn’t any reason why I should go out again. There is a discussion about life on Mars this month, which I am following closely. It wouldn’t have done Aunt Martha any good to stop at home and read the article, because, being practically devoid of brains, she wouldn’t have understood a word about it. Then again, women ought to go to dances, which are got up entirely for their benefit. Whereas men hate that kind of frivolity. So it was obviously her duty to go.
Minnie. I see.
Horace. You see, Aunt Martha couldn’t take in all these points because her mind isn’t broad enough to grasp them. The consequence was her view was very narrow and rather selfish.
Minnie. You certainly put it very clearly.
Horace. I am glad you can appreciate my reasoning.
Minnie. Oh, I can. But one thing I see very plainly, and that is that you both are putting yourselves to inconvenience on my account.
Horace. No, dear, I assure you I am not.
Minnie. That’s true. Thank you for reminding me. But I hate to think I should be so much trouble to you both. Of course I know I have no real claim upon you. It isn’t as if I were your very own sister.
Horace. I should think not, indeed. You’re going to be my wife. Just think of that.