Eug. I know it's a way women have to make themselves miserable, if they can. Now be sensible. Suppose we were awful spoons once; it was very pleasant while it lasted, but, of course, it could not last forever.
Liz. And why?
Eug. Why? Do summer flirtations ever last? Certainly not.
Liz. But you said you never could be happy without me, that some day I should be your wife.
Eug. By Jove! was I so far gone as all that? Well, I did like you amazingly, Lizzie, but, of course, that was mere talk.
Liz. (looking at him earnestly and moving towards him). You did not mean it when you asked me to be your wife?
Eug. Of course not, and I did not suppose you thought I did.
Liz. (C.). And you call yourself a man, you who thus trifled with the heart of an innocent girl who loved you! Then if you are a type of a man, I thank heaven I am a woman.
Eug. Now, Lizzie, don't get mad. I did not mean any harm, 'pon my word I didn't. (Aside.) By Jove, I believe I did treat the little girl confounded mean.
Liz. I loved not you, but the man I dreamed you were. You I despise.