(The Greys and Paladin are sitting out on the porch in the evening. Sounds of revelry are in the air.)
Paladin: Well, that sounds like quite a party over there. That girl must have really upset your routine when she lived here. I suppose you're just as well out of it. Girl like that would never understand your way of life.
Mrs. Grey: Our way is the right way. The way it's always been. Always will be.
Paladin: You know, it's shattering to think how many people might possibly agree with you. Myself, I've always favored the freer in spirit. But if your way of life brings you happiness...then it's the right way. And Henry--you should find yourself a woman with no nonsense about her. Nice, quiet, docile kind of girl, that would live here in the house with you and your mother and do tomorrow exactly what she did today, and right on time. Girl like Callie's not for you. "He who shuts out Love, in turn shall be shut out from Love, and on her threshold, lie howling in the outer darkness." Now what do you suppose make me think of that? Alfred Tennyson.