THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. You are so overbearing in your jollifications that it is positively disgusting. For the past hour you have been giggling away without the slightest reason. You have so much leisure you do not know what to do with yourselves. THE BRUNETTE YOUNG LADY. Curt, must you always be the killjoy in a party! THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. If you would at least take yourselves off from here. THE BRUNETTE YOUNG LADY. But admit that to-day there is reason enough for every kind of jollity. THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. Is there, indeed? You have finished a costly banquet and now are enjoying a good digestion. You are young and have a healthy animal appetite; but why deck sentimentalism on your horns? THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. Your pardon! Do you suppose that all a person gets out of this remarkable occasion is a good dinner? Have you no appreciation? Do you realize what this day means to all of us? THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. Very well, my boy. Now tell me why you are so over-filled with joy? THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. Yes, I will. I am glad that I can celebrate the golden wedding of my grandfather. I am glad that just thirty years ago to-day grandfather founded his factory. I am glad because of our large and happy family and that so many lovely and good and happy people have come here to celebrate this remarkable event; all of them good and prosperous. THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. Prosperous! THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. Yes, I rejoice at their prosperity. THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. The laborers down there in the foundry, however, are not as over-joyed at this prosperity as you are. For this prosperity of yours they have been starving these past thirty years. THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. Grandfather was always good to his employees. THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. Indeed! Our grandfather has managed by hook or by crook to amass an enormous fortune and you are glad that his fortune is now made and you do not have to resort to questionable means. THE POLITE YOUNG MAN [_hurt_]. Questionable means? You do not intend to assert that our grandpapa.... THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. I assert nothing. But mark you this. There is only one honest way to gain a large fortune: inheriting it. You cannot earn it without resorting to questionable means. THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. Shame! to say a thing like that! THE BRUNETTE YOUNG LADY. Shame to say that of grandfather. [_All of them are upset and disturbed. Grandmother appears on the balcony._] GRANDMOTHER. Why, children, what is it? What's wrong? THE SENTIMENTAL HIGH SCHOOL GIRL. Why, grandma, just think of it! Curt said that grandpa made his fortune by questionable means. THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. I did not say exactly that-- THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. Yes, you did. THE OTHERS [_chiming in_]. You said that. Yes, you said that.