He. Do? Oh, it is considered proper in such cases, I believe, for him to make a violent pretence of not accepting his freedom.
She. You seem to be sure he considered it freedom!
He. Pardon me. I forgot for the moment that you were his wife.
She. Compliments do not please me.
He. Then you are not a woman.
She. Will you be serious?
He. Why should I be—at a ball?
She. Because I choose.
He. Oh, good and sufficient reason!