I mean I would not say to anybody else that I am not entirely happy.
MRS. TEMPENNY (enthusiastically).
Do tell me all about it.
MRS. SYLVESTER.
I am jealous.
MRS. TEMPENNY.
Of whom?
MRS. SYLVESTER.
Oh no one—of everybody; of my husband's past, which I know—of his life to-day, which is too circumspect to be sincere.
MRS. TEMPENNY (with misgiving).