Lady Teazle.
[With suppressed fury.] Pray Sir Peter, do you propose to continue to permit this gentleman to speak of me in this way?
Sir Peter.
Certainly, Madam. Everything that Mr. Surface has said seems to me to bear the stamp of truth.
Lady Teazle.
Ah!
So, you see, Sir Peter, you never had any real cause of jealousy towards me. My conduct was foolish, I admit, but it was never criminal.
Sir Peter.
Joseph, I believe you. Give me your hand. Six months ago I thought you guilty of the basest treachery towards me. But a year of marriage with Lady Teazle has convinced me that, in her relations with you as in her relations with me, it is always Lady Teazle who is in the wrong.