FAST. (L.) What’s that to you?
AUGUS. Sir!
FAST. What’s that to you, I say? She is not your wife!
AUGUS. This lady is not my wife?
FAST. You know perfectly well she is not—you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
MRS. BOBBINS. What consummate insolence!
FAST. And I think you are a confoundedly brassy old fellow to attempt to take a high tone with me, after all that has come to light.
MRS. BOBBINS. Do you suffer him to talk to you like this, Bobbins, without replying? Why don’t you speak up, like a man?
AUGUS. Police! It’s false! When I married her she was a widow!
FAST. Nonsense, sir, nonsense! Her husband, I tell you, is alive. It was from him that I had the whole of these particulars—the lady herself, I think, will scarcely venture to contradict me.