HINZE.
The hunt has never yet been so disturbed—if you would be pleased to notice that this open field is clearly too confined for your sorrows, and climb up some mountain.
HE.
Insolent wretch! (Boxes HINZE on the ear.)
SHE.
Boor! (Also boxes HINZE on the ear.)
HINZE (purrs).
SHE.
It seems best to me that we be parted again.