Violet—Yesterday.
Dan—Did he assign the cause?
Violet—Because he thinks I love you better than him.
Dan—How did he learn my intimacy with you?
Violet—When you came to see me last week, he was sitting on the sofa with me, while you knocked at the door.
Dan—Good gracious! And where did he go when I entered?
Violet—He ran into the bed room, and got under the bed.
Dan—Thunder and lightning! O, if I had only caught him. And why did you not tell me, my constant Violet?
Violet—Because I feared you would kill him.
Dan—You were right, and exercised great prudence, and probably saved his life, as I might have slain him. (Paces the room in great agitation.) Gods! I feel murderous! When do you again expect him?