MRS. G. Don’t know me? (in her natural voice) Don’t know your own Maria Jane?
GREEN. My Mari—— (in amazement as he turns and sees his wife) Hah, my wife! Why, you’re not shot—you havn’t got a bullet in your eye?
MRS. G. No, my dear, I’ve nothing in my eye but a foolish little husband, whom I followed to Paris, and under the disguise of a Countess——
GREEN. Inveigled to Dieppe! I understand; you wanted to prove my constancy, and I’ve come out of the fire—like a brick!
MRS. G. Hem!
GREEN. Why, do you think I could ever have been attracted to you if there had not been a mysterious affinity between us? Never! My heart told me privately you were my Maria Jane. I knew you by sympathy!
MRS. G. And my cousin, Charley, too?
GREEN. Oh, don’t mention him! he lies there (points to chair) a gory corpse beneath that cloak! (he snatches cloak off the chair) Hah! Am I dreaming? He’s not there!
MRS. G. No, because he’s here! Ha, ha, ha! (imitating) Dem’me, if you want to be shot in a gentlemanly and artistic manner, I’m your man! Hey! Death and Glory, old fellow! You’re a dead shot, Greenfinch!
GREEN. What! you’re cousin Charley yourself!