MRS. H. In common politeness! We have got beyond that!
CAPT. G. (Aside.) Old ground means fresh trouble, (Aloud.) On my honour—
MRS. H. Your what? Ha, ha!
CAPT. G. Dishonour, then. She's not what you imagine. I meant to—
MRS. H. Don't tell me anything about her! She won't care for you, and when you come back, after having made an exhibition of yourself, you'll find me occupied with—
CAPT. G. (Insolently.) You couldn't while I am alive. (Aside.) If that doesn't bring her pride to her rescue, nothing will.
MRS. H. (Drawing herself up). Couldn't do it? I? (Softening.) You're right. I don't believe I could—though you are what you are—a coward and a liar in grain.
CAPT. G. It doesn't hurt so much after your little lecture—with demonstrations.
MRS. H. One mass of vanity! Will nothing ever touch you in this life? There must be a Hereafter if it's only for the benefit of—-But you will have it all to yourself.
CAPT. G. (Under his eyebrows.) Are you so certain of that?