DOROTHY. I know--
That's why I came. This telegram, you mean----
DOROTHEA. Mind your own business!
DOROTHY. But it _is_ mine, quite
As much as yours. You'll take him? You insist?
_I_ won't!
DOROTHEA. How terrible! In this modern light
Poor James looks almost like a bigamist....
DOROTHY. Marry that hippopotamus if you dare!
DOROTHEA. Chairmen of Boards must be a little fat.
DOROTHY. James never rises but he 'takes' the chair.
DOROTHEA. He owns five cars, four houses, and a flat.
DOROTHY. Those and the seven deadly virtues, too.
DOROTHEA. He's forty-nine and never loved before.
DOROTHY. Why not? No girl would think of him but you.