[Exit R. H.
Dove. Well—now all the people have gone, I’ve something to say—and something that I mean, too; I won’t be taken up, as I always am, before people.
Mrs. Dove. What do you mean, Henry, by being taken up?
Dove. Why—altering my pronounciation every minute, as you do.
Mrs. Dove. How can I calmly sit and hear my husband commit himself in every syllable that he utters? respect for you and for myself, renders it necessary that I should correct you.
Dove. Well, I don’t like it—and I warn you not to result me again.
Mrs. Dove. Insult you.
Dove. Well, insult me again—you know how wiolent I am when I’m exaggerated.
Mrs. Dove. When you’re exasperated.
Dove. Well, what’s it matter! you perfectly compromise my meaning.