Nor. On the contrary, I am never so happy as in the society of ladies.
Bea. You, who are always raving against marriage.
Nor. That’s the reason. To marry is to devote oneself to an individual; whilst a bachelor can devote himself to the sex. Besides, I have to study economy—and it comes cheaper on taking a quantity.
Bea. Perhaps, you are right. Marriage is a terrible lottery.
Nor. You should be thankful you have drawn a prize.
Bea. Don’t mock me.
Nor. I’m sure you couldn’t have a better husband than Philip. He’s one of the best fellows in the world.
Bea. Ah! there’s only one prize—to a woman.
Nor. (aside) She means me. (two steps away)