_Gladys_. Such an ingenious compliment! In order to avoid having to
see or hear from his fiancee for six months, he is willing to go and
stay among the dirtiest and most disgusting people!

_Jack_. You are angry with me!

_Bob_. You ought to realize, Gladys--this will be the making of
Jack.

_Gladys_. Suppose it will be the making of something I don't want?
Suppose I'd prefer him as he is?

_Bob_. You don't care for him to know about life?

_Gladys_. I don't care for him to know about low life. I don't see
at all why he can't be content with the life of ladies and
gentlemen.

_Jack_. I thought you'd be proud to have me interested in deeper
things.

_Gladys_. Jack, you are young and care-free. It made me happy just
to see you--you were the very spirit of youth! But now you will grow
serious, you will be pale, and have a frown upon your forehead. You
will be eternally preaching, like Bob, here--and you will bore me to
death!

_Jack_. You are making fun of me!