Hillcrist. Cads are cads, Jill, even in these days.

Jill.  What is a cad?

Hillcrist. A self-assertive fellow, without a sense of other people.

Jill.  Well, Old Hornblower I’ll give you.

Hillcrist. I wouldn’t take him.

Jill.  Well, you’ve got him.  Now, Charlie—­Chearlie—­I say—­the importance of not being Charlie——­

Hillcrist. Good heavens! do you know their Christian names?

Jill.  My dear father, they’ve been here seven years.

Hillcrist. In old days we only knew their Christian names from their tombstones.

Jill.  Charlie Hornblower isn’t really half a bad sport.

Hillcrist. About a quarter of a bad sport I’ve always thought out hunting.

Jill. [Pulling his hair] Now, his wife—­Chloe—–­

Hillcrist. [Whimsical] Gad! your mother’d have a fit if she knew you called her Chloe.

Jill.  It’s a ripping name.

Hillcrist. Chloe!  H’m!  I had a spaniel once——­

Jill.  Dodo, you’re narrow.  Buck up, old darling, it won’t do. 
Chloe has seen life, I’m pretty sure; that’s attractive, anyway. 
No, mother’s not in the room; don’t turn your uneasy eyes.

Hillcrist. Really, my dear, you are getting——­

Jill.  The limit.  Now, Rolf——­

Hillcrist. What’s Rolf?  Another dog?

Jill.  Rolf Hornblower’s a topper; he really is a nice boy.

Hillcrist. [With a sharp look] Oh!  He’s a nice boy?

Jill.  Yes, darling.  You know what a nice boy is, don’t you?

Hillcrist. Not in these days.

Jill.  Well, I’ll tell you.  In the first place, he’s not amorous.

Hillcrist. What!  Well, that’s some comfort.

Jill.  Just a jolly good companion.

Hillcrist. To whom?

Jill.  Well, to anyone—­me.

Hillcrist. Where?

Jill.  Anywhere.  You don’t suppose I confine myself to the home paddocks, do you?  I’m naturally rangey, Father.

Hillcrist. [Ironically] You don’t say so!

Jill.  In the second place, he doesn’t like discipline.

Hillcrist. Jupiter!  He does seem attractive.

Jill.  In the third place, he bars his father.

Hillcrist. Is that essential to nice girls too?

Jill. [With a twirl of his hair] Fish not!  Fourthly, he’s got ideas.

Hillcrist. I knew it!

Jill.  For instance, he thinks—­as I do——­

Hillcrist. Ah!  Good ideas.

Jill. [Pulling gently] Careful!  He thinks old people run the show too much.  He says they oughtn’t to, because they’re so damtouchy.  Are you damtouchy, darling?