Why, if you come to that, who's the mistress here, I say?
DICK.
Now, Meg, don't you go for to provoke me.
MARGERY.
Pooh! I defy you.
DICK—(doubling his fist.)
Don't you put me in a passion, Meg!
MARGERY.
Get along; I don't care that for you! (snaps her fingers.) You used to be my own dear Dick, and now you're a cross, miserly curmudgeon—
DICK—(quite furious.)