To be sure I had—I went in boldly—by mistake.
(Aside.)
Agatha.
When he was out, I suppose?
Hugo.
O, no; he was there, and wanted me to stay. I took off my cloak to oblige him, and to avoid ceremony, came away without it. Your lady may well be glad that Valentine had power to tame him.
Agatha.
Glad! she's more uneasy than ever; and if she hasn't fallen out of love into jealousy, I'll give you leave to say that Agatha is no conjuror.
Hugo.
I'm sure I never said you was one: but who is she jealous of?