"Johnny Danesbury!"
"A penny doll with a squeak. I want a man."
"Colonel Harrington!"
"He's a brute, without instinct. I begin to think you keep a matrimonial agency, Fanny."
"It wouldn't pay, were you my only client," retorted Lady Richardson, still remembering the miracle dig. "No one seems to satisfy you. I believe you mean to marry Askew, after all. What of him?"
"He's a nice footman, and doesn't ask wages. Aren't these suggestions rather premature? My heart, like yours, may be in my husband's grave."
"I didn't know he was buried yet," said the little woman, crossly. "How impossible you are, darling!"
"Always, when people get on my nerves, dear."
"I believe you want some other woman's husband?"
"Oh dear no! I never covet my neighbour's ass."