Florence
Yes, you were; you snapped me up when I said I didn’t like Elsie Saunders.
Tom
You know perfectly well she’s a friend of mine.
Florence
Well, she oughtn’t to be, after the things she’s said about me.
Tom
You will go on imagining.
Florence
Nothing of the sort—I know! If you weren’t so dense you’d see, too—the jealousy I have to put up with. I get so tired of it all, so desperately tired.