Eve. (disappointed). Then I’m not to kiss Ted Athelney any more.
Enter Ted Athelney.
Ted. Well, Eve, old lady, here I am, back again—well and hearty.
Eve. Ted, stand back; I’m not to kiss you.
Ted. Eh? Why not?
Eve. It’s wrong. Isn’t it? (To Fred.)
Fred. I’m sorry you think it necessary to ask the question.
Eve. There, Ted. Only think of the wrong we’ve been doing for years and years, and never knew it!
Ted. But who told you it was wrong. Not conscience, I’ll be sworn.