What a ghastly afternoon. What a ghastly woman. And I trust she understood that I have no...

Henry Brougham: [the meeting with Mrs. Hamilton has just concluded] What a ghastly afternoon. What a ghastly woman. And I trust she understood that I have no intention of being strangled by her purse strings. Julia Brougham: Oh, she did, and I was proud of you. Henry Brougham: I had a most un-Christian impulse to take those blueprints and give her a good whack over the... mink coat. Julia Brougham: I thought you stood up to her magnificently. Henry Brougham: I appreciate your appreciation, but what about my cathedral? Julia Brougham: May I make a suggestion, Henry? Why not postpone the cathedral? At least forget about it until after Christmas. Henry Brougham: Impossible. The house of God cannot just be put off. This cathedral must rise. Plenty of other rich people in this town, and if I had to enlist their financial enthusiasm, then I shall have to take advantage of their Yuletide spirit. Julia Brougham: Oh, I can see it all now, the McWhithers, the Hornes, the Van Deusens. The luncheons, the committee meetings. And you, you there, flattering them, kowtowing to them, *begging* them. Henry Brougham: It's got to be done. Julia Brougham: Oh, Henry, if you could see your poor, harassed face. Henry Brougham: Well, you haven't done very much to help it!