Angie. He’s worth a million!
Mrs. T-K. No! What delightful luck. Did you say yes instantly.
Angie. I did not.
Mrs. T-K. Sister, don’t be reckless. Do not tempt Providence, for a millionaire is a gift of Providence to a marriageable girl. Take him instanter.
Angie. Well, I wouldn’t take him if he was worth ten millions.
Mrs. T-K. Angie, are you crazy? or just a fool?
Angie. Just, a fool, I suppose, Amelia.
Mrs. T-K. Yes, of course, young girls usually are.
Angie. Widows embody all wisdom, I suppose.