Mrs. Dove. Henry—Henry—I will not hear you make use of such language. Had I been aware that you were so illiterate—I would have broken my heart ere I would have married you—
Dove. Yes—you never used to find fault with my language when we used to sit under the apple-tree of an evening.
Mrs. Dove. That I should not have seen the absurdity of uniting myself with one so opposite to me!
Dove. Opposite to you!—you never would let me be opposite to you; you was never easy but when I was by your side; you know you wasn’t!
Mrs. Dove. But love is blind——
Dove. Yes, and deaf too, if I may judge from my own situation; just as if you couldn’t have found out my pronounciation then as well as now. I know’d there was a great contract between us.
Mrs. Dove. Contrast! besides, you are so stupid; you could not, during dinner, hear a bell or a knock at the door, but you must be running to answer it. I sat on thorns for you.
Dove. Well, then, that was werry kind of you. I wouldn’t do such a thing for my father; but don’t call me stupid—if you talk of bad language, what’s that, I wonder? Good bye!—you wont see me again, in a hurry.
Mrs. Dove. Where are you going?