Dickie.

[Trying to make it out.] No, no. Of course a man’s a conceited ass who thinks a woman’s in love with him.

Mrs. Fergusson.

You amused me when I first met you, but you’ve long ceased to do that.

Dickie.

It’s kind of you to say so.

Mrs. Fergusson.

It was convenient to have some one to do things for me. I’m a womanly woman and....

Dickie.

You don’t know your way about.