MRS. BREWSTER: Why, yes. Of course, Priscilla has her faults
but she'd make some man a fine wife--some man who knew how to
handle her-- an older man, with experience.

MILES: Do you really think so, Mrs. Brewster? (After a minute.)
Do you think Priscilla is thinking about marrying anybody in
particular?

MRS. BREWSTER: Well, I can't say, Captain. You know--she's a
little wild. Her mother was wild, too, you know--that is, before
the Lord spoke to her. They say she used to be seen at the
Mermaid Tavern in London with all those play-acting people. She
always used to say that Priscilla would marry a military man.

MILES: A military man? Well, now tell me Mrs. Brewster, do you
think that a sweet delicate creature like Priscilla--

A VOICE (in the next room): Oh DAMN!

MRS. BREWSTER: That must be Priscilla now.

THE VOICE: Auntie!

MRS. BREWSTER: Yes, Priscilla dear.

THE VOICE: Where in hell did you put the vermouth?

MRS. BREWSTER: In the cupboard, dear. I do hope you aren't
going to get--er--"boiled" again tonight, Priscilla. (Enter