Mrs. Townly: Let's speak softly. I love peace and harmony. I will do whatever you find most agreeable.
Townly: (aloud)
What's agreeable to me is
(low) not to have such complaisance about this.
Mrs. Townly:
To me it's to have a husband that I love and respect.
Townly:
You're joking, but I tell you Mr. Nelson is not to my taste.
Mrs. Townly: Your taste determines mine and I tell you I won't give another thought to Mr. Nelson.
Townly:
Lucas?
Lucas: (low)
Try harder. Her contradictory spirit isn't on fire yet.
Townly:
Tell me, Madam, are you making fun of me?
Mrs. Townly:
But what makes you think that when I give you my word?