[Agnus turns away.
ONFROY
All right.—Only—you won’t accept that offer, will you?
AGNUS
I intend to marry the woman I love. The woman whose shoestrings you aren’t fit to—
ONFROY
Quoting Chambers—McCutcheon novels again—novels written for fudge-munching slatternly wives to read on their way to an equally trashy matinée—their house-work undone—Fanny Felixes without money—
AGNUS (turning wildly)
The Devil give me strength to thrash you within an inch of your life!
[Onfroy catches hold of his hands.