Bachelor. No, it isn’t! Her kisses belong, sir, to me.
Georgie. Ho! ’Tis every one’s privilege to kiss a bride.
(Kisses her cheek with a loud smack.)
Gee! Wasn’t that sweet? I must kiss t’other side.
(Does so.)
Bachelor. You’ve insulted my wife! An apology’s due.
Georgie. No apologies here, Bach.
Bachelor. Then I challenge you To a duel, to-morrow, at quarter past nine. Just pick out your second, and I will name mine. Is it pistols or swords, sir?
(He has started toward Georgie, but his Wife takes him by the collar and marches him back.)
Wife. Here! You come right back! I’m sure I should not look at all well in black. ’Twas only a kiss, and besides, don’t you see, If you’re killed, who’ll buy dresses and bonnets for me?