'Opposite to what? Now that's the curious difference between a woman's intellect and a man's. You can't be logical! What do you mean by "opposite"?'.
'Why, Bruce, I mean just opposite. The other way.'
'Do you mean they walked off separately?'
'Oh, no! They were going away together, and looking so happy. But really, Bruce, I'm sorry I bothered you, telling you about it. I had no idea you would feel it so much.'
'What do you mean? Feel it? Of course, I'm terribly distressed to find that a wife of mine is intimate with such people—where are you going?'
'I was going to write to Hyacinth and tell her I can't go out with her tomorrow.'
'Why can't you go out with her?'
'You said I was never to see her again.'
'Yes; but don't be in a hurry. Never be impulsive.' He waited a minute; she stood by the door. 'On the whole, since you wish it so much, I will permit you to go out with her this once—for the last time, of course—so that you can find out if she really is engaged to be married to that young ass. What a mercenary scoundrel he must be!'
'I don't think that. Anyone would admire her, and he is very well off himself.'