Jenny What audacity—what effrontery! But, I will confound you. Look—what can you say to this witness? (opening the locket) Well—do you know the face and the features?
McNaughten How the Devil! It's—me. Who'd ever have thought such a thing possible? Those are my eyes, my look.
Spruce (taking the portrait from Jenny) Let's have a look, please. Put the original beside the copy. My word— it is you, all right. A speaking portrait. Never did a painter draw a better likeness.
McNaughten There's some sorcery—or at least some trick. You will see. These two creatures painted it while I was on the coach—just to play me some trick. It's all part of their plan.
Jenny
Stop it, please.
McNaughten Stop it yourself! Go try to meet men some other way, and leave me alone.
Jenny
Give me back the portrait!
McNaughten
Of whom?
Jenny
Of my mistress, who else?
McNaughten (grabbing her roughly by the shoulders)
I don't know anything about it. Get out and leave me alone.