CAPT. G. “Sincere repentance.”
MRS. H. “For having behaved”—
CAPT. G. (Aside.) At last! I wish to Goodness she'd look away. “For having behaved”—as I have behaved, and declare that I am thoroughly and heartily sick of the whole business, and take this opportunity of making clear my intention of ending it, now, henceforward, and forever. (Aside.) If any one had told me I should be such a blackguard—!
MRS. H. (Shaking a spoonful of potato chips into her plate.) That's not a pretty joke.
CAPT. G. No. It's a reality. (Aside.) I wonder if smashes of this kind are always so raw.
MRS. H. Really, Pip, you're getting more absurd every day.
CAPT. G. I don't think you quite understand me. Shall I repeat it?
MRS. H. No! For pity's sake don't do that. It's too terrible, even in fur.
CAPT. G. I'll let her think it over for a while. But I ought to be horsewhipped.
MRS. H. I want to know what you meant by what you said just now.