Blenkinsop.
You’re a jackanapes, sir, you’re an impudent jackanapes. And why not, pray?
Gerald.
[Furiously.] Because you’re revolting to look upon, and your conversation is inexpressibly tedious.
Blenkinsop.
It’s charming of you to say so.
Gerald.
If you want to marry any one, marry Lady Sellenger.
Blenkinsop.
You are evidently under the impression that if a woman can’t be so fortunate as to marry you, she had far better retire into a nunnery.