“You had no right to make love to Agatha. You have no right to make love to anyone but me; and I won’t bear it.”
“You are angry because Agatha has infringed your monopoly. Always monopoly! Why, you silly girl, do you suppose that I belong to you, body and soul?—that I may not be moved except by your affection, or think except of your beauty?”
“You may call me as many names as you please, but you have no right to make love to Agatha.”
“My dearest, I do not recollect calling you any names. I think you said something about a selfish brute.”
“I did not. You called me a silly girl.”
“But, my love, you are.”
“And so YOU are. You are thoroughly selfish.”
“I don’t deny it. But let us return to our subject. What did we begin to quarrel about?”
“I am not quarrelling, Sidney. It is you.”
“Well, what did I begin to quarrel about?”