[Putting on his gloves again.] Have you finished with me, Caroline? Finished with you! I shall never have finished with you! Never till you leave me!
QUECKETT.
[Rising.] Till I leave you?
MISS DYOTT.
Till you leave me a widow.
QUECKETT.
[Resuming his seat, disappointed.] Oh!
MISS DYOTT.
You don't think I expect you to leave me anything else. Oh, what could I have seen in you!