Mrs. Dot.
[Forcing a laugh.] My dear James, you’re really piling it on too much.
Blenkinsop.
You must be mad or blind. Can’t you feel that I love you?
Mrs. Dot.
Don’t be so absurd. You know you’re only—you’re only pulling my leg.
Blenkinsop.
Oh, I’ve been a perfect ass. I should never have consented to play this ghastly trick. If you only knew what tortures I’ve suffered!
Mrs. Dot.
He isn’t really serious, Aunt Eliza?