Penelope.
Uncle Davenport!
Barlow.
I have expected it all along. You will remember, Isabel, that I was against the marriage from the beginning. I said, one doesn’t marry a doctor. One sometimes meets them in society when they’ve had their angles rubbed off a little and perhaps have been knighted, but one never meets their wives. We suppose they do marry, but they don’t marry any one we know. I may be old-fashioned, but I stick to my opinion that there are only three possible professions for a gentleman, the law, the army, and the church.
Penelope.
My dear Uncle Davenport, you’re talking nonsense.
Barlow.
[Huffily.] You ask me for my opinion, and I give it you. I regret that you should think it nonsense.
Beadsworth.
And what are you proposing to do now?