I don' know.
JOHN
Why, I thought you was out there visitin' her?
MRS. JOHN
[Looks at him absently.] Where was I?
JOHN
Well, you see, Jette, that's the way it is with you women! You're jus' shakin', but oh no—you don' want to go to no doctor! An' it'll end maybe, by your havin' to take to your bed. That's what comes o' neglectin' nature.
MRS. JOHN
[Throwing her arms about JOHN'S neck.] Paul, you're goin' to leave me! For God's sake, tell me right out that it's so! Don' fool me aroun' an' cheat me! Tell me right out!