Gal. Indeed!—I was. (He beckons her to sit beside him.)
How awkwardly you sit.
Chry. I’m not aware that there is any thing
Extraordinary in my sitting down.
The nature of the seated attitude
Does not leave scope for much variety.
Gal. I never saw Pygmalion sit like that.
Chry. Don’t he sit down like other men?
Gal.Of course!
He always puts his arm around my waist.