MRS. BEN DIXON.
Oh! drop that. I'm tired of your Heaven. It's enough to set anyone against the place always hearing of it in your company. Let's understand the thing plainly. Haven't I got a penny of my own?
MR. BEN DIXON.
Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that, my dear, but——
MRS. BEN DIXON.
But not much more, I expect. Oh, you villain! You
old—— (He has been standing in one of his customary stained-glass attitudes close to door. Mrs. Ben Dixon with her last sentence rises as if to come to him. In an instant he slips through door, and closes it behind him softly.)
MRS. BEN DIXON.
It serves me right. It serves me right. (Enter Primrose from window.) Oh, my dear child, don't you ever marry. It's only your money they want to get hold of.