Priscilla isn't home, then?

MRS. BREWSTER: Why, I don't think so, Captain But I never can be sure
where Priscilla is.

MILES (eagerly): She's a--a fine girl, isn't she? A fine girl.

MRS. BREWSTER: Why, yes. Of course, Priscilla has her faults but she'd
make some man a fine wife--some man who knew how to handle her--an older
man, with experience.

MILES: Do you really think so, Mrs. Brewster? (After a minute.) Do you
think Priscilla is thinking about marrying anybody in particular?

MRS. BREWSTER: Well, I can't say, Captain. You know--she's a little
wild. Her mother was wild, too, you know--that is, before the Lord spoke
to her. They say she used to be seen at the Mermaid Tavern in London
with all those play-acting people. She always used to say that Priscilla
would marry a military man.

MILES: A military man? Well, now tell me Mrs. Brewster, do you think
that a sweet delicate creature like Priscilla--

A VOICE (in the next room): Oh DAMN!

MRS. BREWSTER: That must be Priscilla now.

THE VOICE: Auntie!

MRS. BREWSTER: Yes, Priscilla dear.

THE VOICE: Where in hell did you put the vermouth?

MRS. BREWSTER: In the cupboard, dear. I do hope you aren't going to
get--er--"boiled" again tonight, Priscilla. (Enter PRISCILLA, infinitely
radiant, infinitely beautiful, with a bottle of vermouth in one hand and
a jug of gin in the other.) PRISCILLA: Auntie, that was a dirty trick to
hide the vermouth. Hello Miles--shoot many Indians today?

MILES: Why--er er--no, Mistress Priscilla.

PRISCILLA: Wish you'd take me with you next time, Miles. I'd love to
shoot an Indian, wouldn't you, auntie?

MRS. BREWSTER: Priscilla! What an idea! And please dear, give Auntie
Brewster the gin. I--er--promised to take some to the church social
tonight and it's almost all gone now.

MILES: I didn't see you at church last night, Mistress Priscilla.

PRISCILLA: Well I'll tell you, Miles. I started to go to church--really
felt awfully religious. But just as I was leaving I thought, "Priscilla,
how about a drink--just one little drink?" You know, Miles, church
goes so much better when you're just a little boiled--the lights and
everything just kind of--oh, its glorious. Well last night, after I'd
had a little liquor, the funniest thing happened. I felt awfully good,
not like church at all--so I just thought I'd take a walk in the woods.
And I came to a pool--a wonderful honest-to-God pool--with the moon
shining right into the midd