— Don't make the same mistake next time.
— Who says there'll be a next time?
— I thought it was supposed to be unsinkable.
— Every mountain is unclimbable until someone climbs it, so every ship is unsinkable until it sinks.
— Why didn't you put the lights on?
— I daren't.
— Well, it's electricity and not the devil's handiwork. You'll have to get used to it sooner or later.
— Then there's no answer.
— Yes, there is, and it's a simple one. The entail must be smashed in its entirety and Mary recognised as heiress of all.
— There's nothing we can do about the title.
— No. She can't have the title, but she can have your money. And the estate. I didn't run Downtown for 30 years to see it go lock, stock and barrel to a stranger from God knows where.
— Robert, dear, I don't mean to sound harsh...
— You may not mean to, but I bet you will.
— Twenty-four years ago you marries Cora, against my wishes, for her money. Give it away now, what was the point of your peculiar marriage in the first place?
— If I were to tell you she'd made me very happy, would that stretch belief?
— It's not why you chose her...