Arabella:
I've nothing to do with Cadwell.
Jenny: And now, madam, pardon me for speaking so freely, there's a rumor about that you don't hate him—
Arabella:
Me?
Jenny:
All the world says that he loves you, at least.
Arabella: All the world has lied, Jenny. It is true that certain understandings between people do result in passions. I hold myself no more guilty of loving him than of having inspired love. Really, when you hear such foolishness— But who can take pleasure in spreading rumors like that? Cadwell himself hasn't any part in it?
Jenny: Why, madam,—what stops you? What makes you angry today is the glory of most women. And the pleasure of being told they are loved leads some to being very loving.
Arabella: I don't know those people, Jenny, and Cadwell would be of all men the one about whom I would least have it said.
Jenny:
They say he's the Don Juan of London.
Arabella:
Not mine.
Jenny:
Still he has wit.