Commodore Junk

“Then you’re a villain!”
“Nonsense, Mary; be reasonable.”
“Reasonable, Captain Armstrong! I am reasonable, and I am telling you the truth. You are a villain!”
“Why, you foolish girl, what did you expect?”
“That you would be an officer and a gentleman. Once more, is it true that you are going to be married to that lady?”
“Well, you see—”
“Answer me, sir.”
“Oh, well, then, yes, I suppose I am.”
“Then I repeat it, James Armstrong, you are a villain!”
“What nonsense, you fierce-looking, handsome termagant! We have had our little pleasant chats and meetings, and now we’ll say good-bye pleasantly. I can’t help it. I have to marry; so you go and do the same, my dear, and I’ll buy you a handsome wedding-dress.”
“You cowardly, cold-blooded villain!”