There's the poor old maid now!

Esther Smith:

Oh, Katie, they were just little white lies. Katie (Maid):
A lie's a lie. Dressin' it in white don't help it. And just why was I lying this time? Why must we have dinner an hour early? Esther Smith:
Because Rose is expecting... Katie (Maid):
Now don't go blaming your sister. Esther Smith:
Blaming her? Why, we're doing this for her. You know Rose's problem. Warren Sheffield has been writing to her for six months without one word that even smells like a proposal. Katie (Maid):
What's that got to do with having dinner an hour early? Esther Smith:
Warren is telephoning Rose long-distance from New York at half-past six. Katie (Maid):
Long-distance? Esther Smith:
Yes, and if the whole family is sitting here drinking in every word, she may be loathe to say the things a girl's compelled to say to get a proposal out of a man. If that man, unfortunately, is Warren Sheffield. Katie (Maid):
Personally, I wouldn't marry a man who proposed to me over an invention. Esther Smith:
Well, we can't be too particular. While we love Rose, the brutal fact is that, well, she isn't getting any younger. Katie (Maid):
There's the poor old maid now!