Mrs. Fergusson.
You don’t think of my feelings. You don’t think how I feel. What about my husband?
Dickie.
Well, you see I don’t happen to know your husband, and I do know my wife.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Don’t be so stupid. Of course you know your wife.
Dickie.
That’s why I don’t like behaving like an utter cad.
Mrs. Fergusson.
If you really loved me you would think of nothing but me, nothing, nothing, nothing.