Nor. I don’t see that at all. I’m no great catch. I’m as poor as a church mouse.
Bea. A coronet is something.
Nor. Pooh! What’s a coronet? A thing they stick about on hansom cabs. Sixpence a mile.
Bea. And don’t you owe a duty to your family?
Nor. My family owe a great deal more to me, but there’s precious little chance of their stumping up.
Bea. (rises) Let me see. How long have you known Miss Derwent? (front of table)
Nor. About a week. (R. end of sofa, facing her)
Bea. And don’t you think it’s dangerous, to marry on so short an acquaintance?
Nor. To marry anybody else, it would be. Not to marry her.
Bea. Have you told Philip?