Barlow.
Why?
Dickie.
She’ll bind you hand and foot, and put a halter round your neck and lead you about by it. She’ll ask you ten times a day if you love her, and each time you get up to go away she’ll make a scene to force you to stay longer. Each time you put on your hat she’ll pin you down to the exact hour of your next visit.
Barlow.
But all women do that. It only shows that they like you.
Dickie.
Yes, I suppose all women do that—except Pen. Pen never bothers. She never asks you if you love her. She never keeps you when you want to get away. She never insists on knowing all your movements. And when you leave her she never asks that fatal, fiendish question, at what time will you be back?
Barlow.
Well, my boy, if my wife were as indifferent to me as that, I should ask myself who the other feller was.