Young. You’re a provoking woman.
Mrs. Y. You’re a hideous man.
Young. I’m going home.
Mrs. Y. I am not. I shall never go home any more.
Young. That wont break my heart.
Mrs. Y. Your heart! you never had one.
Young. I had once.
Mrs. Y. Never.
Young. You drive me to madness; I shall go home; and I can only tell you, madam, since you threaten me, that when you arrive there, you will receive no welcome from me.
Mrs. Y. Do you mean that?