Laura:
Would you kindly shut up?!
Jenny: No, madam! Really, it's not my fault if Cadwell has spent two days without seeing you. How badly infatuated you are with that little villain!
Laura:
Jenny!
Jenny:
Madam?
Laura:
Once more, would you kindly shut up?
Jenny:
No, madam. You've spoken to me and I am responding, and I will speak.
Laura: Well! Jenny, I forbid you to shut up. I don't know what way to prevent you from speaking.
Jenny: You know the doctor told me yesterday, in front of you, that I have a plethora of words so excessive, that if I don't say something— You see, madam, silence is mortal to me.
Laura: (with exasperation)
Oh—speak, Jenny!
Jenny: Ah, I feel better already. Tell me, madam, at the time you used to bore my head with exaggerating the happy state of widowhood, and how nothing in the world would induce you to remarry, had someone told you a man would come to propose to be your husband or lover (one doesn't make much distinction between the two these days) a restless man, always bizarre, always content with himself, never content with others—what would you have said?