Tillman. Well, the best I can say is, I wish you as happy a married life as her mother and I have had.
Mrs. Tillman. Thirty-five dear years! But now, George, let me say a word—you always have monopolized our new son—he'll be much fonder of you than me!
Tillman. Old lady!—Jealous!—
Mrs. Tillman. Turn about is fair play—you're jealous still of Jinny and me. [She pauses a moment.] I think we'd better tell him!
Tillman. All right. The only rifts in our lute, Jack, have been little threads of jealousy that have snapped sometimes!
Mrs. Tillman. Nothing ever serious—of course, but it's a fault that Jinny shares with us, and the only fault we've ever been able to find.
Tillman. We called her for years the girl with the green eyes. She goes it pretty strong sometimes!
Austin. Oh, that's all right—I shall like it!
Mrs. Tillman. You'll always bear with her, won't you, if she should ever get jealous of you?
Austin. Of me? I'll never give her the chance.