Gil. Admirers! to be sure she has.
Gray. She has!
Gil. Hundreds—don’t the whole town admire her? don’t all our customers say pretty things to her? don’t I admire her? and hav’n’t I seen you looking at her?
Gray. Looking at her!—how?
Gil. How, why like a dog that had once been well kicked, and was afraid of being known a second time.
Gray. Villain! do you make mirth of my sufferings? am I sport for fools? answer my question, or I’ll shake your soul out on the wind—tell me—
Gil. If the fox had never ventured where he had no business, he’d have kept his tail.
Gray. What mean you?
Gil. If you had minded your own affairs, you’d not have lost your temper.
Gray. Answer—