I was hasty. I admit it.
Parbury.
Wybrow, for instance—an awful good chap.
Gunning.
A tavern wit—a Johnsonian spirit—eminently out of place on the domestic hearth.
Parbury.
Well, take Carson—one of the best.
Gunning.
Foolishly married a woman your wife couldn’t get on with. You admitted it.
Parbury.