Leave me!
MRS. RANKLING.
This very day.
RANKLING.
Wantonly desert your home and husband, Emma?
MRS. RANKLING.
Yes.
RANKLING.
[With emotion.] And I don't know where to put my hand upon even a necktie! [Covering his face with his handkerchief.]
Leave me!
This very day.
Wantonly desert your home and husband, Emma?
Yes.
[With emotion.] And I don't know where to put my hand upon even a necktie! [Covering his face with his handkerchief.]