Jen. Oh! that was all, was it? Well, Mr. Jim, you are a smart young man, you are! And besides, I never said anything of the kind. The fact is, doctor, I expressed my sentiments to him, that's all.
Dr. E. And may I inquire what those sentiments are?
Jen. Oh! it's only that I don't believe in getting married and being made a slave of and perhaps beat and told you don't know anything because you are a woman: those are the sentiments he objects to, sir.
Jim. Good gracious, Jennie! Did I ever do any such thing?
Jen. Of course not; you never had a chance.
Dr. E. But really, my good girl, I do not believe you think in your heart quite so meanly of Jim as your words would signify. In your zeal for your own sex, do not be unjust to ours, for remember that is the very thing you condemn in us. (Exit, C.)
Jen. (half crying). Well, Jim, I don't see what on earth you wanted to go and make me out so horrid to the doctor for. Just because I think a good deal of his opinion, I suppose.
Jim. There, now! oh, dear! how you do fly off, to be sure. Make you out horrid? I, who would think you was perfect if you would only let up a little once in a while on me about your rights.
Jen. Yes, and you went and made the doctor think that I not only wanted my rights, which I do, but yours, too, which I don't.
Jim. You don't? I'm sure I thought you did.