WIFE. On the part of young ladies, perhaps—but you seem less timid with the old ones....
HUSBAND. You saw that, too, did you?
WIFE. No, but Rose told me. Apparently you are quite a lady-killer.
HUSBAND. So it seems. It's too bad that I can't profit by it.
WIFE. You'll soon be free to choose a younger and prettier wife.
HUSBAND. I am not aware of any such freedom.
WIFE. Now when I am old and ugly!
HUSBAND. I can't make out what has happened. Let me have another look at you. [He comes close to her.
WIFE. [Hiding her face at his bosom] You mustn't look at me!
HUSBAND. What in the world does this mean? You are not jealous of a little schoolgirl or an old widow....