Lydia. There isn't one bit of money in it.
Harriet [proudly]. When was a Wilde ever slave to money?
Lydia [sulkily]. Certainly not since my day, and for a very, very good reason.
Harriet. Well, at least we have sufficient to send Joe to college—and as a divinity student. And some day we will hear him preach in the house of the Lord.
Lydia. He would rather build houses himself.
Harriet. Simply a boyish whim. He's too young to really have a mind of his own. [Confidently.] He will do what I tell him to.
Lydia. He is very nearly nineteen, Aunt Harriet. Didn't you have a mind of your own when you were nineteen?
Harriet. Certainly not. Yes, of course.
[Lydia laughs.]
Harriet [the hem of her skirt bellowing with dignity.] This is entirely different. If you can't be polite, Lydia, you might at least stop laughing.