Exit, sobbing, through door, L. 1 E.
SWEET. (wiping his eyes) I have behaved like a barbarian to her.
Enter SHORT, door, L. 1 E.
SHORT. Well, did it succeed?
SWEET. (testily) No, it didn’t.
SHORT. You astonish me.
SWEET. I am ten times more unhappy than I was before. I made her cry, and I can’t bear it.
SHORT. Well, it is rather painful at first, but it will come easier by and bye.
SWEET. I tell you, then, I feel I have been making a brute of myself, all through your confounded advice.
SHORT. How, Sweet? What’s that you say?