My wonder and my pleasure equally.
Mrs. F. Yes, courted me to stay, waived all objections,
Made it a favor to yourselves; not me,
His troublesome guest, as you surmised. Child, child,
When I recall his flattering welcome, I
Begin to think the burden of my presence
Was—
Kath. What, for Heaven—
Mrs. F. A little, little spice
Of jealousy—that's all—an honest pretext,