[With decision.] Then I must do the house-work myself.
Charles.
[Delighted.] Charming! My dear Kate, how delightful! Put on a cap and apron and take a broom in your hand, and my bashfulness will vanish at once. I know it will.
Kate.
It seems the only course open to us, especially as there’s no one else to sweep the rooms. But I wish you were not so unfortunately constituted.
Charles.
[Heartily.] So do I. But, after all, we must accept facts and make the best of them. You stooped to conquer, you know. You must go on stooping. Go and put on an apron at once.
Scene II.—Charles’s special sitting-room, where he is wont to hide his shyness from visitors. Time, a week later. Kate, in a print dress, cap and apron, is on her knees before the fire-place cleaning up the hearth.