Gerald.
You’re a cantankerous cynic and a fatuous donkey.
Blenkinsop.
I like the delicacy with which you express your appreciation of my merits.
Gerald.
Listen to me, Blenkinsop! Clear out of the house before you make a greater mess of things than you have already. Mrs. Dot would as soon marry her groom as marry you.
Blenkinsop.
You think it’s quite impossible that she should ever have dreamt of such a thing?
Gerald.
Not only impossible, but grotesque.