Mrs. G. Home to my mother.
Mr. G. (alarmed). Would you desert your husband?
Mrs. G. Yes, until he knows his place. (Opens the door, R.)
Mr. G. But—what will the world say? Don’t go, Kate!
Mrs. G. (turning). I will stay on one condition, and on one only.
Mr. G. What is it?
Mrs. G. That you will never, again, interfere in the affairs of the household, and will agree to my recalling Bridget, at once.
Mr. G. (rather sheepishly). Very well, anything for peace.
(Exit, L.)
Mrs. G. (sola). There, sir, I have taught you a lesson. I understand you proposed to tame me. My impression is, that it is the husband that has been tamed. There is truth in the old couplet:—