If I hadn’t been a blind fool, I would have seen through this precious friendship for you long ago. It never dawned on me that the fellow was such a scoundrel. And a precious hypocrite, too, by Jove! Playing up so as to make that poor, trusting woman believe him madly in love with her....
Clare.
That poor, trusting woman? Are you, by any chance, speaking of Patricia?
Bill.
Of course I am. Hanging about her neck while all the time he’s making love to an innocent girl! It’s perfectly disgusting!
Clare.
And what has your noble, high-souled Patricia been doing, I should like to know? Shamming infatuation for poor Michael to hide her shameful flirtation with a callow boy.
Bill.
It was not a shameful flirtation—and I’m no more a callow boy than you are.
Clare.