If he isn't he very soon will be. She's too pretty for any man to resist long.
Arthur.
[Lightly.] You know them, the brutes, don't you?
Mrs. Appleby.
Bless their hearts, I don't blame them. What are pretty girls for except to make nice men happy? I was a pretty girl myself once.
Arthur.
And was Mr. Appleby a nice man?
Appleby.
I think I must have been, for you've certainly made me happy, my dear.
Mrs. Appleby.