She (aside). How much more his real jealousy moves me than his pretence of it! He seems very much affected: no man could be as jealous as he is unless he was very much in love.
He (with affected coolness). You have told me about Tom and Dick; pray, have you nothing to say about Harry?
She. Mr. Wylde? (Enthusiastically.) He is a man after my own heart!
He. So he is after it? (Savagely.) Just let me get after him!
She (coolly). Well, if you do not like his attentions, you can take him apart and tell him so.
He (vindictively). If I took him apart he’d never get put together again!
She. Mr. Wylde is very much afraid of his wife, but when she is not there he is more devoted than either of the others.
He. “More devoted!” What else shall I hear, I wonder?
She. It was he who had to kiss me.
He (startled). What?