Countess Don't finish, you double crosser. I know where that little speech is going to end.
Trim
But, you are very wrong, Madame.
Countess
I am wrong, me! I am wrong! In what respect, if you please?
Trim You're wrong to come into the world twenty years before he did. Why were you in such a hurry? If you loved him with so much tenderness, you ought to have planned ahead, and seen to it that he was born five or six years before you.
Countess
That depends on me?
Trim
No, Madame. But it doesn't depend on him to love you.
Countess
Then, why was it necessary to deceive me with false protestations?
Trim
They were not his.
Countess
And, whose then?
Trim His father's who let it all happen. You offered to help him in his needs. The occasion was pressing. He saw a way to profit by your generosity. For recompense you wanted signs of love. The poor boy put himself to incredible expense in sighs and protestations. You treated it as a trifle, and he had no other coin to pay you in.