She (laughing). He needs no consoling: he has always such a flow of spirits.
He. I’ve heard the fellow drank.
She (surprised, aside). Can Jack be jealous? I wish I could think so, for then I might hope he still loved me.
He. And do you suppose I can allow you to associate with these fellows, who all want to make love to you?
She (aside, joyfully). He is jealous! The dear boy!
He (fiercely). Do you think I can permit this, madam?
She (aside). “Madam!” I could hug him for loving me enough to call me “madam” like that. But I must not give in too soon.
He. Have you nothing to say for yourself? Can you find no words to defend yourself, woman?
She (aside). “Woman!” He calls me “woman!” I can forgive him anything now.
He. Are you dumb, woman? Have you naught to say?