Ethel.
But what do you think I felt when I knew how clearly you saw that she was throwing me at your head?
Jack Straw.
It’s a distinctly pleasing sensation to have a pretty girl thrown at your head.
Ethel.
It was only a joke to you; you don’t know how ashamed I was.
Jack Straw.
But why do you suppose I came down to Taverner—to see your father and mother?
Ethel.