Law. All young ladies do nowadays. A new gown, or diamonds possibly?
Flo. Can’t a woman think of anything besides dress?
Law. Some women can’t.
Flo. If mother were living and asked you something seriously, you wouldn’t treat her that way.
Law. (Rises takes her hands tenderly.) Child, there is something on your mind, speak freely. As I see you before me, I see the image of your dear mother. Flossie, when you ask, you ask for two.
Flo. Then, dearest papa, may I ask a very—very great favor? So great that—I’m afraid to ask it.
Law. (Seriously.) Why, my child, what is the matter?
Flo. (Looks at him intently.) Nothing much. (With feeling.) Dear papa—
Law. Speak out. Am I such an ogre as to frighten my own child. Why make so much ado about it? (Pause.) Florence, why don’t you speak? Has Mr. Vance been disagreeable?
Flo. (With down-cast eyes.) It isn’t Harvey—how absurd—(nervously) Oh papa, do you think that—brother Herbert—