ETHEL. But he doesn’t care whose you are.
MRS. P. Well, well, you needn’t get excited, dear. If you are married, Mr. Larkspur’s state of mind is of no consequence to you.
ETHEL. It’s just because I’m married that it is of consequence to me—for I’m his wife.
MRS. P. You Mr. Larkspur’s wife? Then Mr. Larkspur’s married?
ETHEL. I should think he is.
MRS. P. I am so glad. It was so very painful to suppose that he was dying for me.
ETHEL. If you have supposed so, you have given yourself a great deal of superfluous anxiety. He was never better in his life.
MRS. P. I’m very glad to hear it. So he’s married you, my dear? I was afraid, when he perceived I was inflexible, he would do something rash.
ETHEL. Do you mean to say that he’s proposed to you?