Countess
I will learn nothing! You will explain to me or I will strangle you.
Trim Let it go, Madame—he's a bullhead, and won't say a thing. I will respond to you; I will interpret his thoughts.
Countess Well—speak, and I will recompense you in accordance with your sincerity.
Trim
You have a very tender feeling for him.
Countess
So much, you cannot imagine. I lose my wits, my poor Trim.
Trim It's apparent. You want him to respond with a tenderness equal to your own.
Countess
Haven't I the right to expect it?
Trim There are pros and cons to this business. He knows how you feel toward him. He's a very penetrating fellow. There it is, Madame, I wager a hundred pounds against you that he can never love you.
Countess He can never love me, villain? I don't know what prevents me from scratching your eyes out.
Trim Softly, if you please. It is not I who am insensible to your charms— on the contrary, I find them very—piquant—although they're not of the first edition.