Fred. Oh, if it pleases you, go ahead.
[Goes up and sits on desk.
Stuart. Fred, you make a mistake to go into society while you are in this mood. Take a friend’s advice and cut it till you are better tempered.
Fred (impatiently). I don’t go because I enjoy it.
Stuart (sarcastically). Ah! You go to make it pleasant for others.
Fred. No, I go because she goes.
Stuart (laughing). Will you tell me why a woman’s reason is always a “because,” and a man’s is always a “she”?
Fred. She‘s an excuse for anything!
Stuart. Even for Charlie Newbank?
Fred (rising angrily). Look here, Mr. Stuart, I’ll take a good deal from you; but there is a limit.