AGNUS (miserably)
She’d laugh at me if I suggested it.
ONFROY (angrily)
Vain, sickening puss-in-boots!
AGNUS (angrily)
Noel, you’re talking of the woman I love—
[Outside a figure is seen at that moment darting through the bushes, trying to hide, and finally crouching down.
ONFROY
Of the minx you love; the caterwauling, manicured, massaged, Paris-gowned cocodette you love—
AGNUS (furious)