DR. MASTERSON. Well, mightn't that be a good way to solve the problem? To keep the money in the family?
MRS. MASTERSON. Ouincy!
LETITIA. Besides—she mightn't marry him.
MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia!
LETITIA. Why not, mother?
MRS. MASTERSON. I'm sure, my child, you have no reason for saying anything like THAT.
LETITIA. I don't trust the minx!
[A pause.]
DR. MASTERSON. Has Henry got home?
LETITIA. He's probably there now.