"Everybody in London knows that you think so,—and that you have told her your thoughts."
"Nobody in London knows anything of the kind. I never said a word to her that her husband mightn't have heard."
"Jack!"
"I never did."
"I wonder you are not ashamed to confess such simplicity, even to me."
"I am not a bit ashamed of that, though I am ashamed of having in some sort contributed to do her an injury. Of course I love her."
"Rather,—as I said before."
"Of course you intended that I should."
"I intended that you should amuse yourself. As long as you are good to me, I shall be good to you."
"My dear Adelaide, nobody can be so grateful as I am. But in this matter the thing hasn't gone quite as you intended. You say that she is meaningless."