“Astonishing,” echoed Lovibond.
“Just for sake of a poor little word of confession to hold off like this,” said Jenny.
“Just a poor little word,” said Lovibond.
“He has only to say ‘My dear, I behaved like a brute,’ but——”
“Only that,” said Lovibond. “And she has merely to say, ‘My love, I behaved like a cat,’ but——”
“That’s all,” said Jenny. “But he doesn’t—men never do.”
“Never,” said Lovibond. “And she won’t—women never will.”
Then there would be innocent glances on both sides, and sly hints cast out as grappling hooks for jealousy.
“Ah, well, he’s the dearest, simplest, manliest fellow in the world, and there are women who would give their two ears for him,” said Jenny.
“And she’s the sweetest, tenderest, loveliest woman alive, and there are men who would give their two eyes for her,” said Lovibond.