MRS. WHEEDLES.
Do let the man explain.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Explain! And do you mean to say you're going to be fool enough to listen to him—you poor ninny-hammer?
MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Bridling.) Don't you call me names, ma'am. I'm a respectable married woman, which is more than some people are.
MRS. BEN DIXON
And whose fault if they're not, I should like to know? Why couldn't you keep him when you'd got him?—not let him loose to prey on poor fools like me.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Why did you come with your arts and your tricks and lure him away, ma'am?