Ethel.
No, I think you might be an awfully good friend.
Serlo.
It’s jolly of you to say so. You know, I can’t stick your family. Can you?
Ethel.
[Smiling.] You see, I knew them before they were rich. When you’ve lived all your life in a sordid narrow way, it’s very hard to have such enormous wealth as ours.
Serlo.
You make allowances for them, but you never did for me.
Ethel.