Aunt. (Smiling) Really? I’m very glad! He’s charming.
Horace. Me! Me!
Minnie. You know I never really cared for Horace like this.
Horace. What? What did she say?
Aunt. He certainly never cared for you.
Horace. Oh, you wicked old woman!
Aunt. There was only one person he was ever in love with, and that was himself.
Minnie. I know it now. I was giving everything, he nothing.
Aunt. Men are like that, my dear. They are all alike.
Minnie. Not all, Auntie. There’s Arthur.