[ Weeping.] Oh, dear, oh, dear!
RANKLING.
Emma. [Irritably.] Don't tuck your head under your arm in that way! [She puts the broken bust on the table.] Emma, there have been grave faults on both sides. Yours I will endeavour to overlook.
MRS. RANKLING.
Ah, now you are your dear old self again.
RANKLING.
But, Emma, you are occasionally an irritating woman to live with.
MRS. RANKLING.
You are the first who has ever said that.