After all what is brilliance? Merely
the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.
ME. ICKY; Be careful. ... I will-not marry my daughter to an epigram....
DIVINE: (_More gloomily_) I assure you I'm a mere platitude. I
often descend to the level of an innate idea.
ULSA: (_Dully_) None of what you're saying matters. I can't marry
a man who thinks it would be Jack. Why Frank would--
DIVINE: (_Interrupting_) Nonsense!
ULSA: (_Emphatically_) You're a fool!
MR. ICKY: Tut-tut! ... One should not judge ... Charity, my girl. What
was it Nero said?--"With malice toward none, with charity toward
all---"
PETER: That wasn't Nero. That was John Drinkwater.
MR. ICKY: Come! Who is this Frank? Who is this Jack?
DIVINE: (_Morosely_) Gotch.
ULSA: Dempsey.
DIVINE: We were arguing that if they were deadly enemies and locked in
a room together which one would come out alive. Now I claimed that
Jack Dempsey would take one---
ULSA: (_Angrily_) Rot! He wouldn't have a---
DIVINE: (_Quickly_) You win.
ULSA: Then I love you again.
MR. ICKY: So I'm going to lose my little daughter...
ULSA: You've still got a houseful of children,
(CHARLES, ULSA'S _brother, coming out of the cottage. He is dressed
as if to go to sea; a coil of rope is slung about his shoulder and an
anchor is hanging from his neck._)
CHARLES: (_Not seeing them_) I'm going to sea! I'm going to sea!
(_His voice is triumphant.
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