MRS. L. Luckily, I’m not jealous! Christopher is constancy itself!
SWANS. (savagely) Is he? Ha, ha!
WOOD. (still dancing after them, and aside to SWANSDOWN) Hush, Swansdown, hush!
MRS. L. Yes, any woman has my full permission to wean Christopher’s affections from me, if she can!
WOOD. (still polking by their side, and aside to MRS. LARKINGS) Don’t aggravate him, mum—don’t aggravate him!
SWANS. Indeed! What if I place in your hands the proof of your husband’s infidelity?
WOOD. (same play) Hush, Swansdown!
MRS. L. Ha, ha! I defy you!
WOOD. (same play) Don’t defy him, mum, don’t defy him.
SWANS. Indeed! then that proof shall be in your hands in half an hour.