[Glancing at the others.] They seem very much occupied with their own affairs. What is your ultimatum?
Lady Sellenger.
Well, Gerald, I’m not in the least mercenary. I know that money can’t give happiness. But I do feel that unless you have at least two thousand a year you can’t make my daughter even comfortable.
Gerald.
I’m sure that’s very modest.
Lady Sellenger.
It’s not love in a cottage. It’s not love in a palace. It’s just—matrimony in Onslow Gardens.
Gerald.
I may as well tell you at once that I’ve had very bad luck. I wanted to make money, and I’ve come an absolute cropper.
Lady Sellenger.