HUNTER. Not what? You needn't fling any innuendoes at Mr. Trotter;
it's he who said it was my duty to stand by you, advise you, and all
that sort of thing. I'm not here to please myself! Goodness knows, a
divorce court isn't a very pleasant place to spend your honeymoon!
BLANCHE. Thank both you and Mr. Trotter, mother; but I ask you to allow
Aunt Ruth and me to decide this matter between us.
MRS. HUNTER. Trotter says _divorce_ was _made_ for woman!
RUTH. And what was made for man, please? Polygamy?
MRS. HUNTER. I don't know anything about politics! But I could count a
dozen women in a breath, all divorced, or trying to be, or _ought_ to
be!
RUTH. And each one of them getting a cold shoulder.
BLANCHE. What of it if their hearts are warm--poor climbers after
happiness!
RUTH. Believe me, dear, the chill spreads. You're going to be selfish?
MRS. HUNTER. She's going to be sensible.
[CLARA _enters Right._
CLARA. Hello, everybody! I just saw Dick coming out of his room and I
cut him dead.
BLANCHE. Clara!
RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE.] You've taken a certain responsibility upon
yourself, and you can't shirk it.
BLANCHE. He isn't what I thought him!
RUTH. The day the sun shone on you as a bride, in God's presence, you
said you took him for better for worse--
CLARA.
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