Sim. Are you able to tell me the truth?
Dav. I? Nothing more easy.
Sim. Is this marriage at all disagreeable to him, on account of his intimacy with this foreign woman?
Dav. No, faith; or if at all, it is a two or three days’ annoyance this—you understand. It will then cease. Moreover, he himself has thought over this matter in a proper way.
Sim. I commend him.
Dav. While it was allowed him, and while his years prompted him, he intrigued; even then it was secretly. He took precaution that that circumstance should never be a cause of disgrace to him, as behooves a man of principle; now that he must have a wife, he has set his mind upon a wife.
Sim. He seemed to me to be somewhat melancholy in a slight degree.
Dav. Not at all on account of her, but there’s something he blames you for.
Sim. What is it, pray?
Dav. It’s a childish thing.