Blenkinsop.
No man is quite safe from the toils of women till he’s safely in his grave. And even then a feminine worm probably makes a dead set at him.
Gerald.
And does Mrs. Dot—reciprocate your affection?
Blenkinsop.
Really you ask me a very delicate question.
Gerald.
By the great Harry, the man thinks she’s in love with him.
Blenkinsop.
[Rather indignant.] And pray, why shouldn’t she be just as much in love with me as with you?