She. I have almost a mind to do it, even now.
He. Really?
She. Oh, don’t be alarmed. There is one insuperable obstacle.
He. What is that?
She. Yourself.
He. Then I am quite safe. That is a permanent one.
She. Well, I wish Annie joy of her bargain. She is worthy of a better fate; and since we are talking frankly, I must say that what she can see in you I can’t imagine.
He. These things are so strange; there is no accounting for them. Why, I have been perfectly puzzled—do you know?—ever since I came last night, to tell what I found in you last winter.
She. Since we seem to be striving to outdo each other in abuse, it is quite in keeping for me to add, that I have no occasion to bother my head on such a question, for I never pretended to have found anything in you.
He. But then, as I said, you amused me; and one may sometimes be so far amused that—