THE DAUGHTER. Men are to be pitied!
THE LAWYER. You see that?
THE DAUGHTER. Yes, but for heaven's sake, let us avoid the rocks, now when we know them so well.
THE LAWYER. Let us try! Are we not decent and intelligent persons? Able to forbear and forgive?
THE DAUGHTER. Why not smile at mere trifles?
THE LAWYER. We—only we—can do so. Do you know, I read this morning—by the bye, where is the newspaper?
THE DAUGHTER. [Embarrassed] Which newspaper?
THE LAWYER. [Sharply] Do I keep more than one?
THE DAUGHTER. Smile now, and don't speak sharply—I used your paper to make the fire with——
THE LAWYER. [Violently] Well, I'll be damned!