Yes, yes, dear old Clement has his share of vanity, of course. [Aside.] Damn him!
[Rises and goes L.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Rising indignantly.] How dare you speak like that of my husband! A less vain man doesn’t exist, and what small faults he has concern only him and me—and not you in any way.
Gunning.
I beg ten thousand pardons, Mrs. Parbury. Of course you know Clement far better than I do. Please don’t go.
Mrs. Parbury.
I shall certainly not remain to hear my husband abused.
Gunning.
But I assure you——