Might be perpetual—
Mrs. F. Have a care, fine madam!
[Aside.
Kath. That one house still might hold us. But my husband
Has shown himself of late—
Mrs. F. How, Mistress Selby?
Kath. Not, not impatient. You misconstrue him.
He honors, and he loves, nay, he must love
The friend of his wife's youth. But there are moods,
In which—