He. But the result of a lawsuit is generally a toss-up; and heads do not always win.
She. I wish you luck this time—for her husband’s sake: he’ll be glad to be rid of her. But I doubt it: you can’t get up any sympathy by exhibiting her to the jury: she isn’t good-looking enough.
He (quickly). She’s a very fine woman indeed.
She (aside). How eagerly he defends her!—(Aloud.) She’s a great big, tall, giantess creature, with a face like a wax doll and a head of hair like a Circassian Girl. No juryman will fall in love with her.
He. How often have I told you that Justice does not consider persons! Now, in the eye of the law—
She (interrupting). Do you acknowledge that the law has but one eye and can see only one side?
He. Are you jealous? (Crossing and standing in front of her.)
She. Jealous of this Mrs. Lightfoot? (Laughs.) Ridiculous!
He. I am glad of it, for I think a jealous woman has a very poor opinion of herself.